My Snowflakes of Joy

It takes just a single second for a snowflake to melt on your palm. It is absolutely the same with joys. It certainly is. They are usually destined to be a moment, but a breathtaking one you will not be ever able to cross out of your mind.

Although I’d rather describe my December morning as an earthquake of “myself” (due to my never ending cough) I experienced a very special moment. On my way to the church today I was silently admiring the magic in the air – the dance of snowflakes in the frosty air. It was a cold dance of crystals – beautiful and free. Like true love that never possesses...

This morning my soul was touched by the Light. The Light of Hope and Love. I am grateful for being able to feel it this morning. I was happy. Silently. And completely.

This very afternoon I again dived my mind into reading some wise things. I am grateful for this travel of my mind. I am grateful for those moments of thinking. I enjoy discovering something I never noticed before. That was exactly the day I have realized something really important.

Then all of a sudden I read some very happy news. This is not "my" happy news. It does not even belong to me. But I feel myself walking on air now. I was all smiles. I was ready to sing. I am grateful for my prayer to be answered today. I was really looking forward to this message. I imagined it’d be this way. But I did not know for sure. Only hoped. And today I see – “never say never”. We should never give up. Real joy is not based on what you want. But what makes someone you care about happy. This is it. The happiness of someone else.

Today I also had the time of my life with my dear brother. He is not my native brother. But I really feel him “my family”. He lives on a different continent. He has never seen snow. He has not hugged me yet for real. But the way he cares about me is a great reason of my happiness. Since 2007 and till this very day. Tomorrow and forever. I am happy to be his little sister he accepts the way I am. I am grateful to you for your friendship, Vail! 

This evening was also magically happy. I heard the coughing of our gates…and a loud greeting of our local Santa..:D Haha…that was our dear happiness messager – our postwoman. She brought me a little parcel from one of my great friends who thinks of me every day.  I am not so materialistic. I am the same happy to get a simple postcard. But what really makes me happy is to feel someone’s thoughts about me, someone’s kind energy that knows no barriers.

My day was really great. I am grateful for each moment of it. I am still recovering. I am not one hundred percent back to my normal life style. But I am alive. I hope God will give me a chance to do something good before He welcomes me back. I really hope so. 

And today I am truly happy. :)