Starlight

Laughter is the youth of the soul just as silliness is often the epitome and expression of wisdom in translation. And when tears flow, the prolific evidence of such is almost always an exquisite antidote for sorrow. And yet none of these can even begin to bask in an unabashed cleansing without the permission to dwell within a lightness of being that is both safe and buoyant thereafter.

The question becomes: Do you offer a space of Eternal Hope for yourself and others? Will you allow for the incredible and often unwonted miracle of spontaneity the rights to unleash a radiance and viability in life and outlook that is not only carefree, but free of any and all who dwell in jealousy and judgment? Will you understand that all that was before - all the pain, anguish, misinterpretation, misplaced self-perceptions, misplaced pennants of worthiness - are all nothing? They are but the weakest link and hollow emissaries of those who would not ever care - absolutely unworthy of any consideration.

The truth of worth is simplistic; there are no indicators or benchmarks to reach. Ever. There is no test. There is no proof. There is no seeking, time and time again, approval from others. I know of not one person who basks in joy and drenches themselves within the deliciousness of life who would or could ever deign to cast a stone of blame or malcontent. No, rather, they have stepped into themselves, for themselves, and fully embrace the free will of choice and desire - so much so that they accept their history, experiences, influences, and choices, and own entirely their adulthood, thoughts and attitudes. These are the souls who cannot help but spill a liquid oxygen of happiness in generous draughts of purposeful and joyful sustenance, advertising a bountiful table wherein all can partake of their fill and then some.

Those who yield to the enticing whisperings of victim and vanity will only ever choose to wallow within pools of endless confusion and misery. And while sorrow and love can be felt and prayer can be offered upon their behalf, I say: Let them cling to their chalices of blame and disassociation and do not think one more moment upon such darkness. Therein lies their own cocktails of pity. Leave them to it.

Oh, Live Joy. It's yours. And not just by Divine inheritance, but because the miracles of Being and interaction with the people who truly *do* care are so much more than those who would not ever seek to look. Joy is found in the tiniest miracles that sustain each emotion, fear, want, need, financial obligation - or even the smallest cry for the energy and guidance to fulfill an exceptionally busy day.

Oh, yes! Miracles of the kind that feed this energy of liveliness and happiness are the ones that are so small and intimate, that day upon day, they build unto a humbling and euphoric knowledge of impregnable personal worth. I love God. And I'm humbled by Him, day in and day out. Because of this.

Oh, Wow. Life is everything. Accidents can steal the breath of life in a split-second as much as illness can steal the same in months. Yet the real tragedies in life lie within those who have the fortune to live seventy years or more and yet choose to not see or seek such a miracle. Every drop of life is ours to cherish - every single one - none of us are stuck! With every fiber of my being I say that none of us are bound by any sort of history. So, I extend a challenge here and now to take up life with both hands and live it. Unapologetically. Live in such a way that your life gifts others with their own profound sense of worth - for what could life possibly gift if we only ever met our own needs? Nothing. Emptiness. And desolation. So, Do it. Be it. Live it. Love it.

Living Joy - This Carman Girl