The center of the universe

Summer days come with a clarity born of more light. There is time to contemplate the reality of life. Time to open my eyes and appreciate the truth of my being.

So much of life seems to have been about squirreling things away, saving for that distant day when need would supersede everything else. I have never been a good squirrel and whether that is living in the now, or the foolishness of the grasshopper and the ants, I don't know.

 I do know that dwelling on the negative draws in the darkness, attracting those very things I am focusing on, but do not want.

 In the silence of this beautiful day everything seems clearer. The simplicity of non-attached giving opens the way for love and understanding so far beyond anything I knew for most of my life that it is staggering.

The joy of living radiates from my heart outward, illuminating my understanding of what is in ways I never believed before.

Allowing myself to float in this space, free and yet connected to everything feels fragile and yet extraordinarily possible.