I feel like I’ve just been gushing and repeating myself to the point of exhaustion. I’m happy, and it makes no sense at all to me. I really shouldn’t feel this good.
A few good friends, family, a confidant or two… trusting the Universe… feeling safe enough to be open and honestly myself… I think these are the ingredients for a happy life.
It’s been such a long hard road, but I think I‘m coming back into the person I was born to be, and it feels comfortable and wonderful.
My note from the Universe today sort of summed it all up:
In poll after poll, Lisa, we’ve discovered that perhaps the very best thing about being truly enlightened is possessing that rapturous feeling of wanting to explode out of your skin with absolute joy, letting rip a couple of those “Oh yeah, Momma, Hallelujah!”s, yet being able to effortlessly contain yourself, without expressing so much as a hint of your ecstasy around those who just wouldn’t understand.
Just thought you’d like to know.
Oh yeah, Momma, Hallelujah!
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