Beckoning Skies

Living Joy is a gift given freely and exquisitely to all of us; it does not hinge upon the measurement of anyone's unforgiving opinion, limiting circumstance, difficult history, or upon any such grievances narrowly set forth within a litany of coulds, shoulds, or didn'ts. We are. And that is an active verb. Completely. We are and can be. And it is not happenstance that such a conjugation in the learning of any language begins with the existence and development of "I am."

I am. You are. He is. They are. We are. And we are worthy as well as blessed. We are Loved. Essential. Forgiven. Vital. Extraordinary. Individual. And uniquely endowed with talents that will sustain our own lives, fortify our offspring, and serve to inspire the lives of all whom we meet. If we choose to see this. It is a magnanimous choice that begins with free will and offers up a life and perspective of enduring love that thrives within conditionless grace.

Being is an eternal principle that is unconfined and far-reaching. It is limitless, sacred, exponential, and not to be taken lightly. And when considered in terms of renewal and consequence, its relationship with any history whatsoever, only has bearing of import when it is one that expands compassion and insight so as to see more clearly our worth - his worth, her worth, their worth - and how very much, the fallacies of being also lend themselves to the miracles of loving. This is freedom. And this is Joy.

Living Joy - This Carman Girl