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 image in the snow globe becomes when I stop shaking the snow globe?