High on Happiness

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Beneath our awareness, we know.  The wreath whispers the story; its circle, without beginning or end, spins the song.  The boughs of the evergreen, thriving through winter’s darkness and cold, tell of its triumph and strength.

Round and round its joy spirals, in seasons, in starry galaxies, in the constant reemergence of light, of life.

Endlessly it flows, within the mysteries, beneath all the questions, singing the Great Yes through every manifestation.

Swirling within our cells, riding on our breath, pulsing through our veins, it sings to our souls, and from them.

Here, in the endless now, Divine Love shines, singing its light and everlasting joy to world upon world upon world.

So easily she sank into her mission.  It was all she wanted to do.  It was everything.  And yet, despite the intensity of its fire with its flames leaping skyward, or maybe because of them, she moved with utmost grace across the moments of her day.

She knew her purpose.  She had no doubts.  Her path was clear.  And even though it stretched far into the future and was shrouded in mists, she had absolute faith that it would take her to her destination.

She knew there would be obstacles and detours.  Life, after all, was full of adventures to test your resolve and challenge your ingenuity.  But she welcomed the tests, knowing they would only make her stronger and generate better ideas.  And so she met life’s surprises with openness, eager to discover what gifts they held.

From time to time, the seeming setbacks were daunting.  It took all the grit she had to remember that they, too, were a part of the path.  Sometimes she would grow weary and her faith in her purpose would falter and grow dim.  Shapes would emerge from the darkness and taunt her, telling her she was a fool, asking her who she thought she was to pursue such grandiose notions, pointing out to her that she was hopelessly lost.

But when she really thought about who she was, when she thought about what defined her, the glow of her passion would burst once more into flame.  “I am she who pursues her own dreams,” she would cry to the shapes.  And even before the words left her mouth, the shapes would vanish into the night, and the way grow clear once more to her eyes.  And she would rise, confident and at peace, and continue on.

The farther down the path she journeyed, the brighter it became.  She rejoiced in its beauty and the vistas it offered as she climbed.  Companions came to join her, and to offer her encouragement and aid.  And her heart was grateful and glad.

With every step she took, she grew stronger and more joyful.  Life’s challenges still appeared; the road still had its twists and turns.  But the song in her heart was melodious and clear, and she met all that appeared before her with ease.

One day, as she turned a bend, she found herself exactly where she had always dreamed she would be.  This was it, the destination she had been pursuing all this long time.  She let the beauty of it envelope her and sink deeply into her being, and she felt herself fill with gratitude and awe.  She lingered in the dream’s embrace for awhile, reveling in the fact that it was finally real, and lived it until she was satisfied down to her core, exploring its nuances and depths.

One evening several months later, just as the sun was setting, a peculiar beam of light illuminated a distant rise.  As she studied it, sensing that it had meaning and feeling its call, she saw that a path wound its way through the forest in its direction and felt a fiery glow spark to life within her.

Laughing, she returned home and packed her knapsack with keepsakes and tools.  And when morning came, she set out, walking with passion and ease.