The Happiness of Now


Hope is the mask of fear; trust is the face of courage, her friend had said. Now she could see it was true.
She decided to stop hoping for things to go well in the future and to begin trusting instead. Wasn’t she herself the one who had said, Everything was unfolding exactly as it should? You can rest now and wait? Another friend had said it would be hard, but today she decided it would be easy. Why not? Who could hold her back from this knowing except for her own self?
She took a deep breath and tried to imagine now. The now that was happening while she held in the breath and then let it go again. The now that was holding her and keeping her in perfect love and care. The now that she had first discovered in Africa, but that was here, too, right here in the kindness of her very own breath. She would not have to go anywhere else to find it ever again. It could not be contained in a person or a place or an experience or a moment. It would remain right here, right now, in her very own soul, the place where she had been reborn, the place where she could rest and wait for the very next breath to take her into the happiness of now, her truest, kindest home.
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Sweet traveling mercies to you as you find your way to the happiness of now, the kindness of home. This space this morning is for you to say whatever you'd like about what's hard, what's sweet, what's easy, what's deep about that amazing journey. Your images from your soul travels are as always, most welcome.