Hot air

I’ve only had a few tragedies in my life, but I have had millions of wonderful moments and that made me think.  What is it that differentiates a good moment from one that carries me away?

Where is that line separating the warm glow generating a smile and the heated joy that raises me right up off the ground?

I think the first thing I realize is that the extraordinary moments usually have something to do directly with me.  That being said I have to admit I pretty much consider my children, even as adults, to be a part of me.

Next it usually involves doing something creative and doing what I think is an extraordinary job at it.  Of course things like this are always a matter of personal consideration, but it can range from the carefully explained art of a three year old to the exquisite performance of an adult.

And lastly, but maybe most importantly, is what lies behind it.  The feelings that spark this extraordinary moment are what lights that fire within me, raising me up like a hot air balloon into the feeling that I am the luckiest woman in the world.