Something happened today and I feel wonderful.
I’m tempted to say that something wonderful happened today and it made me feel that way, but it’s getting harder to say things like that as I see more clearly how life really works, how Life is living me rather than I am living my life.
So, if what happened didn’t make me feel wonderful, what did?
Could it be that I am full of wonder, wonder-filled or wonderful, and that when my mind settles and is quiet, that is what I experience? I experience the wonder that I really am when I’m still?
Could it be that simple? Could it be that obvious?
Like how obvious the cute little dear in the snow globe is when I’m not shaking the snow globe?