Happiness..

Much ink has been spilt on the elusive meaning of happiness. The bards of yesteryears sang couplets about it and the great Yogis graciously shared their hard earned secrets with us. Hell, the internet spilt the ink right before us... and yet it is but ‘invisible ink.’ 

My fingers soothe the stray strands of stiff silver, sticking out indignantly. When did my body start protesting my age?!  Will the ‘secret’ be revealed with age? 

I turn the clock backwards, determined to relive the last moment of sheer happiness I experienced. Pushing past thick bristles, searching, searching, I finally land upon that wondrous moment last Thanksgiving. Light of mind as the lightest feather, dancing upon the sunbeams. Sheer unbridled joy! What was different then? Everything! 

That happiness did not come from success or achievement. It came from a feather light mind that revealed in the moment and the beauty in front of me. Aaaah to float on that blissful cloud again. What I wouldn’t give.