Some mornings are like a deep breath of fresh air. Today is one of them.
I don’t know what it is about today that is so good, but it is.
The weather is turning colder, colder, and this means the dogs are inside more. The cold means sickness, coughing, sneezing, and sleepiness, all of which have been a part of my past few days.
As it was for the group of women I met with as we sat around the campfire eating hot dogs and something called Hobo Pies (according to a former Michigan-dweller).
I burnt mine but still ate it.
But awaking to this golden dawn – following the steps of a predictable routine that leads me from the bedroom, where my untamed hair sadly snarls over my face and I blindly search for a hair clip to see, over to the coffee pot, and finally to the chair to rest – I find peace.
It’s hard to describe that soul-ache that thieves our peace, but that was me a few months ago, and I am so thankful it is back. With peace and joy missing, a layer of mucky dirt robbed my vision.
A vision that presented setbacks or trials as impossibilities, of dreams hopeless and hope dead. It’s a terrible feeling.
I’ve come to learn we must actively pursue our happiness and joy. It doesn’t happen for the idle.
So I read, I make phone calls and I make meetings…
…I enjoy walks with those wiser than myself.
I step outside my box of comfort and pursue the treasure that is Joy with all my might.
Because that type of Joy only lends itself to the seekers and the hunters…
… this is what I am discovering, uncovering.