Breathing Abundance

Abundance arrives

Not in thunderous declarations

But soft as morning light

Filtering through window blinds

I taste it in:

Grandmother's chai

Unexpected kindness from strangers

The quiet resilience of my own heartbeat

My lungs fill with possibility

Each breath a currency

More valuable than gold

More fluid than money

Abundance is not possession

But perception

The way sunlight touches my palm

Becomes wealth

The way wind carries whispers

Becomes richness

The way silence holds potential

Becomes treasure

I am not waiting for abundance

I am abundance

My body—an ecosystem

My breath—a renewable resource

My imagination—an infinite landscape

Some days abundance looks like:

One perfect orange

A child's unexpected laugh

The warmth between heartbeats

Gratitude larger than circumstance

I am learning

Abundance is not something acquired

But something recognized

Something already here