My heart is full of gentleness today. I felt tender toward my son as I sent him off to school, tender toward my sweet puppy whom I took for a long walk, trudging through the snowdrifted sidewalks, feeling the sun on our faces. I feel tender as I just sit here listening to Jacqueline du Pree, and I wonder how life can get any sweeter? Is it the sun shining? Is it the 35 degree gift of a day in the midst of the freezing cold, wind, ice, snow and blizzards? Is it the sweetness of my life? I don’t know. But I am so grateful to be feeling this way; just happy and peaceful, and well, gentle. I don’t always feel gentle. Some of the time I feel harried, frazzled, impatient and crabby. Sometimes I am frustrated, or scared, or neurotic, or worried. Usually worried about something or other that never materializes. So why do I even worry in the first place, I wonder? But I’m not thinking about any of that too much today, because I am just so happy to be sitting here in the sun, listening to my puppy eat her food, and my husband scrape snow off our back deck, and my dear son play Mario Brothers. Can life get any better than this? I don’t know, maybe, hopefully, but it’s hard to imagine that my soul can hold any more joy. And it’s not like “oh, good stuff has happened so I feel joy” - it’s just a neutral, centered state of bliss that I’ve been feeling a lot more lately. Is this the benefits of riding that First Wave? I think it is. Does it counter the difficult stuff? It’s not the opposite - this just IS. And I’m liking it, I really am…
