“Ah, the abundance” and “The amount of times I have healed.”
These two thoughts kept popping up for me this morning. Over and over. Feeling it deep to my core and living it to the best of my ability. But let me tell you, it didn’t start like that.
I woke up expecting a reply to an important message. I wanted to know if a loved one was feeling better. I wanted to know if the situation around the world is more peaceful. Instinctively, I reached for my phone —checking my calendar, refreshing notifications, and searching for updates. However, as I glanced out the window, something in me paused. I thought, “I need to marvel at the miracle of this day. All is well with my soul. ”
The world wasn’t going to stop spinning if I stepped back for an hour. So, I said a little prayer, caught a few deep breaths and slipped on my shoes, and I drove into the sunrise, determined to reclaim my morning by reclaiming my focus.
And there I was—alone, waves crashing softly at my feet - well feet covered by hiking shoes I got to grab first walking out.
The golden hues of dawn stretched endlessly across the silvers of water, spilling over the sand like a blessing. The air smelled fresh, alive. And I started feeling alive too. Truly feeling alive. Breathing, feeling, remembering, appreciating.
As I started walking, the meters passed like moments, each step reminding me of the simple truth:
This Earth is truly abundant beyond words.
Everywhere I looked, I saw abundance—there were still countless leaves swaying on the trees, more on the ground and the vast expanse of the sky, the warmth of the sun gently kissing my skin, wind stroking my hair.
It felt as if the God himself was saying
“There is enough for you here. There always has been. ”
I thought about all the times I’ve healed. Every heartbreak, every disappointment, every moment I thought I wouldn’t get through—and yet here I am. Walking forward. On the same beach I visited not feeling as inspired as I was this morning. Breathing in the gifts of the present. Hardly remembering obstacles but recalling how many wishes of mine came true thus far. Realizing that my healing at times is a testament to resilience, to the abundance that surrounds us even when we forget to notice it.
This morning wasn’t about ticking boxes or chasing after updates. It was about pausing. And not feeling guilty about it. It was about letting the quiet speak. About surrendering to the beauty that exists outside of schedules and screens.
When I finally left the beach, I felt lighter. More inspired. More abundant. Not because life had suddenly become perfect, but because I had given myself permission to connect—to this Earth, to the Divine, and to all the parts of myself - the healed and unhealed.I owned my morning the moment I paused and decided to do something for me. Just be.
This morning reminded me of a powerful truth: taking ownership of our mornings means taking ownership of our lives. It’s a small rebellion against the rush of the world. It’s a declaration that we are worthy of peace, presence, and joy.
I know it’s not always easy and you have schedules and children and meal preps and puppies and jobs to attend - but I hope that this week you get to pick just one morning too. One morning where you wake up before the world and honor abundance around you. By moving your body, by reflecting in the comfort of your warm home, by savoring a cup of coffee you have the ability to purchase, by breathing brightly, by loving dearly and having someone to hug, by existing and by knowing that just by being, you too, make this world abundant.
So, here’s to mornings like this—where we let the sunrise hold us, where we marvel at that abundance that surrounds us, and where we remember just how far we’ve come.
To health and happiness,
Sladjana Sea