Joy, Relief, Release

Sometimes a moment of pure beauty can bring us to our knees more effectively than any horror can. We can become inundated by the horror of the things we see on the news or in our personal lives and it can be so painful that we forget to breathe. Just when we think that we are down for the count, something happens. Something beautiful. Something magical. Something so.... breathtaking that the tears you have been holding in burst forth, but not in pain. In relief. In joy. In gratitude.  In RELEASE.

These blessings are everywhere; but when we are bombarded by the cruel, the cold and distant, the heartbreaking.... we cannot see anything else.  That is when that magical EXPLOSION which can be a mere whisper of a thought, finding an item that we thought was gone forever, a loving hug when we need it most; finds us and relieves that which has been holding us down. We may still rest where we are... weak from what has gone before and stunned by the sudden absence of the weight of our sorrow, anger, bitterness... that we just stop for a moment and revel in it's glorious joy. This can make us more emotional that the bad stuff. There may be tears...lots of them, laughter, stunned moments of silence. Breathe in that moment and let it suffuse your shattered, beaten soul and revive that which you had mistaken as your soul having died, when it was merely sleeping, waiting.... for that magical reawakening that renews even if it will never completely heal. Love, Mishka.