Years ago, I was pulling into someone’s driveway and this little guy, out of breath, runs up to the car and shouts, “I am 6 years old today and look how fast I can run.” It is wonderful being in the presence of a child bursting with joy, so full of them self from accomplishing a new task or seeing someone or something that truly delights them. There is no other choice in a moment like that, than to join them in their celebration.
They enjoy simple pleasure shaped by spontaneous, innocent, open responses to life, moment to moment. It is as if these little ones are still holding hands with the angels. Delight being their constant companion, everything has the potential to be seen fresh, as new and exciting.
Somehow, in adulthood, we have lost that enthusiasm, the ability to be naturally awestruck again and again throughout a day. What is even sadder; we have anesthetized the ability to know how absolutely special we are. That truth has been numbed – not lost, just on reserve – as if there is something more important to be, do, or say; we are very busy getting on with things.
I contend, though, that it is most important to keep connected to our greatness, our beauty, the wonder and meaning we add just by ‘being’ who we are. Living in touch with our own goodness and merit, we smile more, enjoy and delight more and broadcast it like sparkling fireworks wherever we travel. Our happy heart kindles happy hearts.
Who is the person that kindles your heart?
Please tell us how and tell all who will listen to your story.
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