I just returned from an evening stroll along the Arno River here in Florence. The sky wore its lavender dusk like a soft shawl. The water shimmered in conversation with the fading light, as if sharing secrets with the quiet evening. Couples lingered on benches, caught in quiet conversations or wrapped in their own thoughts. Cyclists glided past like whispers, their movements smooth and deliberate. And something in me—without effort, without intention—kept repeating:
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Thank you, God.
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Not as a mantra in the traditional sense. Not as a teaching, nor as a way to replace anything sacred from my own lineage. But as something simpler. More human. More immediate. A quiet acknowledgment that this moment, this breath, this life… exists.
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In the midst of this beauty, there was no grand thought, no forceful intention behind my words. It wasn’t a prayer or a structured practice. It simply arose—organic and spontaneous. I realized it didn’t come from a book, nor was it handed down by any teacher. It came from a deeper stillness—the kind that is always present when we stop and listen. The truth that gratitude, when it's real, doesn’t need a reason. It wells up like a spring, naturally, as part of the very essence of being alive.
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I’m not trying to proselytize. I’m not asking anyone to adopt this phrase or follow this particular thread of thought. I’m not even sure if it’s a practice in the traditional sense. It’s simply something I find myself saying—internally, softly, like an inner exhale. A subtle shift in the current of thought, turning it toward the light, gently and without effort. A whisper in the depth of the mind, aligning with the stillness that holds it.
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In some moments, it doesn’t even sound like words. Sometimes, it’s simply the feeling—the warmth of sunlight fading into the horizon, or the soft touch of a hand brushing across ancient stone, worn smooth by centuries of time. It’s the sound of a child’s laughter echoing from a distant alley, or the way the evening air shifts with the scent of jasmine. It’s the quiet hush that falls between footsteps when the city begins to sleep, and the world pauses, if only for a moment.
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Thank you, God.
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Not because I received something I wanted, nor because things went my way. Not because I’ve arrived at some place of perfection or fulfillment. Just because I’m here. Because this breath, this simple and profound act of being, is a gift. Because there’s beauty, even in the ache. Even in the ordinary moments that pass unnoticed. Even in the challenges that shape us. Because grace isn’t always dramatic—it’s often quiet, ordinary, missed by the mind but caught by the heart. It is the softness of the present, a reminder that we don’t have to do anything to deserve it. It simply is.
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This isn’t about religion, nor is it about belief systems or philosophies. It’s about relationship. A relationship that requires no credentials. No particular rituals. Just presence. The kind of presence that doesn’t demand anything—simply is—and in that simple being, everything unfolds. We don’t have to search for it. We don’t need to strive for it. It’s here, in the way the world holds us when we pause, when we let ourselves be held.
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Some may prefer ancient mantras, words passed down through generations, each syllable carrying the weight of centuries. Others speak to the Divine in silence, listening to the stillness between thoughts, finding the Divine in every breath. For me, lately, it’s this simple phrase that keeps returning—like a bell ringing gently inside:
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Thank you, God.
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Not to manifest. Not to ascend. Not to achieve or become more than I am. Just… to love. To remember. To acknowledge that I am alive, that we all are. That life, in its mystery, its imperfection, and its beauty, is enough.
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And maybe that’s all any mantra ever is: a reminder. A simple reminder of the grace that exists, just waiting for us to notice it. Waiting for us to pause long enough to hear it.
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So, for today, for this moment, and for all the moments that follow, I offer this simple acknowledgment:
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Thank you, God.

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