Going out into the sunlight this morning and feeling the warm air on my skin made me glad to be alive. I was joyous.
So different than I have been so many hundreds of days in past springtimes.
I felt that there was no way not to feel delight and joy in the weather, greeting the plants, feeling the sun. How could I not feel uplifted and cheerful?
And I remembered those hundreds of days when no amount of sunlight and joy could move the stubborn depression that sat on my heart and dimmed all I saw outside. No amount of sweet, warm air could blow away the heaviness sitting in my body. No matter how many flowers threw their colors and scents at me I couldn’t catch them, they fell uselessly at my feet.
I could tell you in great detail how I rose from the depths of the Netherworld, but that would take more time than we have on this gorgeous day.
All I will do today is give thanks that on this day I can see and feel the delight of what is around me.