Naked to happiness
Little by little I'm discovering my niche in the world. That manner of being that makes me truly happy. When I think about the world being put forth by Bush & Cheney and their administration I see a world of fear, strife, and everlasting war. That is so not what I want. I want to live in a world of peace, happiness, and love. There's a scene in the movie Legend where the sun is bright, the cottage has the sweet smell of baked goods, the windows are open, wind blowing, tall grasses swaying in the wind, birds chirping, living sunlight dancing through leaves, tiny insects floating and flittering about. That's the kind of world that makes me happy.
It's easy to scoff at such things; I once did. But the thought of happiness is so very different from the reality. To feel it, to feel it is so very different from the thought of it. Thoughts can only go so far, can only see so much. Even in their infinite potential they are bound, because it's the potential that gives birth to them.
Love and light. In the beliefs I've adopted these are related. I wonder now if feelings are love and thoughts are light. Feelings the vast pool of infinite potential, thoughts the expression of that potential. Feelings you can't see, you can't see happiness, but it's there.
Today I was standing outside at an Earth Fare that recently opened here. There was a cookout to support the community and they had burgers for a dollar. The line was long enough to block a section of the parking lot, but still not too long. To stand there amongst people who cared for the environment, for their health, or some other factor that brought us together was nice. Even with the noonday summertime sun beating down on me.
Even this could only be written by feeling the nighttime breeze. Amongst the stars with the crickets chirping, being practically naked with the wind caressing me -- and of course my trusty LED flashlight so I can see to record my thoughts. The feeling was ruined when I initially went inside to my computer to write this, the thoughts faded. It's like a fire being nursed by gently blowing on it. Watching the embers spread and glow and grow, and snap, and crackle, and pop. Feelings are like that it seems. They need to be nursed, their source of energy coming from some unseen realm that's all around.