Remember the terrifying feeling of getting lost when you were a child? You let go of your parents hand for one second and *thud* your heart hits the ground as you search the crowd for a familiar face…
Today I found solace in being lost in the crowd. I am sitting in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar town, in an unfamiliar state, and yet somehow I am completely at ease. Focused. Centered.
Today there is solace in the path less traveled… I just had to find it.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain. – Christopher Morley
I love how quiet the snow makes the world. It’s like a blanket over a crocodiles eyes… it instantly soothes. I just wish I had a nice warm fire and the company of friends. This is a rough patch in my life, but I’m trying hard to celebrate the happy moments…. this is a happy moment. My soul is calm. I am thankful for the floor of white and the peace that enters my ears and warms my soul. The world is quiet, my worries suppressed.
So I am trying to be filled with love for every moment, indebted for the grace extended to me from the world, and gracious for moments like these… when I am calm and connected with the gentle snow fall.
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude… Denis Waitley