Category Archives: Hope and Amazement

Beauty is all around you. Don’t miss it.

Yoga class this morning, and this was the instructor’s instruction to us. It’s something I know. Something (I think) I practice. And something I can stand to be reminded of again and again and again.

And again.

There is so much pain and suffering in the world. There is so much to look at that is, or at least can be, upsetting. I could find reasons to be in pain and anguish in lives around me, and in my own life as well.

And there is so much beauty. It’s there for me to see, if I’ll just notice it.

It doesn’t mean the awful isn’t awful. It doesn’t mean I’m slapping a smiley face on the things that hurt, and suck, and need to be changed. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to fight the good fights and change what I can – in myself, my life, and my world.

It just means that in the midst of that fight, in the midst of every day, I can stop and notice. And notice again. I can literally and figuratively smell the roses.

It’s the sun shining again after a storm. Laughter with my friends of decades, as we eat a fine dinner looking over the ocean, with fireworks exploding behind us. It’s running into a good friend whom I haven’t seen for too long, and having a few minutes at a high school football game, as we even won the game. It’s the horde of yellow birds I saw not once but twice today.

I can pay attention to all the wonder and splendor and glory and love that surrounds me. Or I can not.

Beauty is all around you. Beauty is all around me. Don’t miss it.

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Joy is my highest purpose

In my Positive Psychology certification course, we had to name our life’s purpose. It is clear to me – very clear to me – that my purpose is to love. To love others. To love myself. To spread and share and rejoice in more and more love in this world. I firmly believe it’s what we need and what will heal us (which we need now even more than ever).

My purpose is also joy. Deep-hearted, full-bodied, life-sustaining joy. To find reasons to be joyful. To spread joy as well. To see the beauty in the world around me and rejoice in it. Savor it. Bask in it. Call it out and affirm it. (Have I mentioned that I’ve seen yellow birds – many yellow birds – every day? It’s as if they’re seeking me out.)

There are so many reasons to be joyful each and every day – even the hard days. And there are so many reasons to miss the reasons to be joyful. I have to train my heart and soul and senses to look for joy and to notice it. I have to remind my mind that even just a bit of joy will fuel my heart and soul.

I live to love. I live to connect. I live for joy and laughter and beauty. I notice the sun dappling on the trees. The bluest sky and yellowest birds. The snuggle with my son. The time with my friends. The ease in my heart and soul.

There is joy and love abounding, if I open myself to it. I’m going to look for it and delight in it. To luxuriate in it and wallow in it and celebrate it.

Joy and love are my highest purpose.

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My heart is breaking…

I just dropped someone I love dearly off at the airport. You would think I’d be used to it by now, but each time my heart cracks and weeps a little bit.

But don’t get me wrong. It also sings with joy. It sings, perhaps off-key, because the person I love is off to a grand adventure. Because I’ve had time with this person, and I relish time with this person. Because, as I’ve written over and over again, I love to love – I think it’s my absolute favorite thing to do – and the cracking and weeping are once again proof of my love.

I re-had that old thought process on my drive home. How did I ever learn to love so much? How did my capacity to love (and hopefully be loved) not only not wither away, but instead becoming one of my top values in life? How did it become the epitome of how I live my life?

I love to give love. I love to receive love. I love to be with people I love. I warn people I love that I love to express love. I’m a touchy-feely, huggy person. And I’m proud.

I don’t know exactly when I’ll see this person again. That’s okay. I do know I’m awed by the glory and beauty and overcoming-ness of love. I’m relishing the heartache and weepiness. I’m also relishing the joy that is creeping up behind it and overtaking it.

I highly recommend loving with all your heart.

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