merrily,
merrily
merrily,
merrily
I
cannot believe how utterly blessed I am… To have you as a friend…
To have
you witness
my life so beautifully just the way you do, like no one else can,
truly…
I
can have dreams of horses all throughout the day and night and I can
show them to you and we can ride them side-by-side down every rocky
avenue we wish and quietly beside every stream… Hear the waters
trickling… I want to go everywhere and I am taking you with
me. I’m taking you all
with me…
Of
course, you and you… And most certainly you, dork. How could I not?
Can
I ask you something – When
I remember you and I feel connected to you can you feel it also? Do
you ever have a twinge of something that feels warm
and thankful at once, that can
squirm
straight up the corner of your mouth or wriggle
all twirly out from
your belly somehow in a way that surprises but leaves you shamelessly
pleased, surely
agiggle?
Yes,
blessed indeed.
I
can even see the future. There, I said it.
And
so can you, we are utterly blessed, so can you.
Children
are laughing all over the place in every shape and color and size and
with hopes… Real ones. That's the future, man.
The
whole world is held together by this one glue; the laughter of
children, the stuff of their dreams in which they each have
meaningful day
jobs
in the world doing something heroic and playful all at once, mapping
out new worlds for themselves day by day with the only challenge
before them to find ever newly inspiring and creative ways to express
love and joy and peace and kindness and self-mastery and patience;
and to find more and more enjoyable ways to blossom and further the
abundance, the essence of which is
Love, such that cannot
ever be thought or spoken but must be sung, must be giggled out by
those whose hearts trust the flight of ever and again being swept
away into something more dazzling and enduring than they'd yet
conceived of.
I
simply cannot believe it, how blessed indeed.
