High on Happiness

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The morning brought gifts, as all mornings do, its chances streaming in the window, rolling across the floor.

Waking, she gathered them up by the armload and spread them on the table, shivering with glee, as she ate her toast and jam and watched the lacy snowflakes fall outside her window.

How could she choose among such dazzling possibilities, each a door to fresh, unfolding world?

She gazed at the falling snow.  And quietly, within her mind, a voice spoke:  “Do what you love, and joy will follow.”

When she glanced back at the choices, one shimmered brighter than all the rest and called to her heart, and she knew.

Containing all possibilities, every nuance, and every permutation of them, the largeness of the Great Mind stretches farther than the sky.

Even the impossibilities are held within it.  Even lawlessness conforms to its order.

All we can imagine and all the things we cannot begin to dream play within its realms.

You and I are within it, and were, even before our beginnings.  And it is within us, and soars beyond our imagined boundaries, pulling us forever deeper into the timeless, endless space where all is unity and love.

Once it sees the light of day, there’s no stopping a dream.   Throw at it what you will; it’s going to have its way.  It has a purpose.  It has a plan.  It’s adaptable, flexible, elastic.  And it’s going to change everything.

It doesn’t matter a hoot that the landscape is barren and strewn with yesterday’s lifeless shells.  Dreams only see the possibilities: what can be; what will be.  And their passion pulls them forward into the realities that they, in their irrepressible joy, will create.

Their gladness shouts to the universe, and the universe responds, matching their joy with its own.  It sends light, and warmth, and rain.  It sends singing birds to cheer the dreams on.  Everything they need is given.

“Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it,” counseled Goethe. “Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.  Begin it now.”

The daffodils know.  And they reach with irrepressible joy toward the light.

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I wake and the day shivers through my being.  My cells sparkle with joy.

I inhale the morning; my eyes greet its soft light. I sense the possibilities waiting for my choices. I am rich beyond all telling.

I nestle into the warmth and wiggle my toes in joy.  Snow is falling outside the window, shimmering in the rising sun.

I stretch full length, marveling at the easy motion of muscle and bone, moved by a single thought.  I rise and dress in soft garments.

In my kitchen, I cook oatmeal with raisins and watch blue jays flit in the snowy branches of the lilac as the sun falls through the pines.

I pour fresh coffee into a mug and pull open the thick  skin of a tangerine.  It’s juice rolls down my fingers.

I am awash in miracles and thanksgiving and the holiness of the morning sings on.

Look at all those sparkling moments!  Don’t they make you quiver with anticipation?

Why, imagine the possibilities they hold, the things you could do with them, the dreams you could let loose!

Conjure up your best ones.  Let ‘em fly.  See how high you can sail them, how far.
The flying itself is worth the try.  No matter where you land, you’re richer.

I say dazzle them.  Show them what you’ve got.  Dust off your grit and your audacity and take your show on the road.  This year is made for you, you know.  It’s 2011, and it’s all yours.  Grab it, honey.  Make it shine.  Turn those tomorrows to gold.

Right here, right now, is a sheltering space, with everything you could need: comfort, ease, beauty, peace, an open window.

It was custom created, woven of all the choices that led you this far.  Here you may rest and dream new dreams, for all possibilities dance in your sky now.

Every yes, every no is yours to choose.  What you wish to carry with you is yours to take.  What you wish to leave behind, you may leave here.  It’s up to you.

Go with courage and with grace.  There is nothing to fear.  It’s all an adventure, all for you.  And between each breath lays the door to the endless sheltering spaces.

Morning comes laughing, pulling you from your cobweb of dreams into the spaciousness of a new day.  “Here,” she says, pouring her light all over your head, “have some freshly brewed hues.  This ought to get you going.”

And all of a sudden, there’s nothing but right now, stunning and bright.

It’s hard to argue with a sunrise.  I mean here she is, dazzling across the whole sky, hauling an entire fresh day of possibilities behind her where you can write anything you please.

Why, you could change your whole life if you wanted.  Who’s to stop you?  Your old stories are no more real than the dreams she just wiped away.

You could push your best wishes out there, roll them right into the minutes, see where they go.

With a sky so full of magic, anything is possible, don’t you think?

It’s deeper than the colors that dance into your eyes – although it makes them more vibrant.  It’s brighter than the sweet-tart flavors exploding on your tongue – although it brings them to life.

It packs the power of a barrel full of nutrients; it feeds your heart, your mind, your soul.

It gets into your bloodstream and pushes its sunlight through your veins.  It builds your cells with its earthiness and sparkles across your synapses with glee.

It’s as silent and invisible as air, and as necessary and free.  It fills all your spaces.  It carries all your light and all your songs.

It rushed inside you when you gulped your first breath and took up residence.  And none of your howls or tears were ever enough to evict it, nor will they be.  It’s become you, its quantum particles all dancing hulas with your DNA.

It’s the pulp and the joy-juice of life.  It’s the stuff that smiles are made of, and kindness and compassion.  It’s the seeds of potential and possibilities.

It’s happiness.  And among life’s gifts, it’s the berries.

Once more the swift sun rises, pouring its limitless light across the sky.  Spread open your arms and embrace its splendor.  Let it sing its possibilities into your soul and wake the very best in you.

Today you can live with graciousness and ease.  Today you can drink the exuberant Yes of life and trail peace and love wherever you go.

On this day, if you so choose, you can reach higher, laugh more, be more forgiving, dream new dreams.  You can find more wonder, dare more kindness, create more luck, sing more songs.

See the day dawn, feel its hunger for your participation in its joy.  Watch its light trail you, feeding on your crisp thoughts, your mouth-watering choices, your delicious actions, reveling in them, fueling its passion with everything you do.  Your name is written in the day’s heart.  You are why the sun rises, why the day dawns.   Make the most of it; spend it well.

The morning tiptoed over the horizon to a welcoming chorus of birdsong, spilling its colorful possibilities all over the new day.

Some woke to notice only its darker clouds and concluded they meant another gloomy day of rain.  But the wise ones observed the rising gold on the horizon and expected good fortune.

As it turned out, the day met both sets of expectations.  The morning’s clouds held a little meeting and laughed tears of joy onto the day.  When they adjourned, sunshine followed in their wake and breezes, filled with the scent of summer flowers.

The gloom believers were justified early on and kept to their track throughout the day, seeing only shadows when the sun appeared, pointing them out to all who would listen, blaming them for their misery and grief.

On the other hand, the ones who anticipated good fortune found its coins heaped at their feet and smiling at them from every face in the marketplace.

And so it ever was and will be.  What you expect determines where you’ll look.  Where you look determines what you’ll see.