I feel a great sense of joy right now, and it almost seems counter-intuitive as the days are growing shorter and colder and people bustle more quickly from shop to shop or from work into their homes. I seem to glory in the freshness and the cold, bundled up and warm against the elements as though there exists a magic or a wonder at this time of year that is absent at any other time.
Some of us are conditioned here in Canada to dread the cold and the winter, and yet it is a wonderful season of infinite possibility as everything slips below the surface of the Earth waiting to be born again, and the cold of winter gives us an excuse to cocoon and sit by our fires or with our dreams, and let our hearts wander.
There is an undercurrent of tremendous joy in my life right now because I think we are coming into a significant season and a significant time in the Earth's history, a truly momentous time. This joy that I feel cannot be diminished by others who do not feel the same, those who are so wrapped up in angst and anger at the world, or so consumed by inner darkness and insecurity that they are left impervious to joy, worrying about the external world of form which at the end of the day, and our lives, means absolutely nothing. In spite of the the cold and the sting that others may feel, I am experiencing a simmering bubble of joy inside me that grows stronger every day.
I am filled with great hope for the world.
Some of us are conditioned here in Canada to dread the cold and the winter, and yet it is a wonderful season of infinite possibility as everything slips below the surface of the Earth waiting to be born again, and the cold of winter gives us an excuse to cocoon and sit by our fires or with our dreams, and let our hearts wander.
There is an undercurrent of tremendous joy in my life right now because I think we are coming into a significant season and a significant time in the Earth's history, a truly momentous time. This joy that I feel cannot be diminished by others who do not feel the same, those who are so wrapped up in angst and anger at the world, or so consumed by inner darkness and insecurity that they are left impervious to joy, worrying about the external world of form which at the end of the day, and our lives, means absolutely nothing. In spite of the the cold and the sting that others may feel, I am experiencing a simmering bubble of joy inside me that grows stronger every day.
I am filled with great hope for the world.
