I guess it’s like Christmas morning or the building crescendo of strands of the best music or walking outside into the embrace of a perfect day or maybe like a reunion with the person you love best. That feeling always lives curled up in the crevices of the heart, ready to leap up at the right moment. It’s there even when it has dissipated, so that when you imagine it you feel its echoes there in the place where joy is kept. It’s a fullness that demands outward focus, that pours its energy and life into finding the wonder in the world and magnifying it.
And though it’s a state that denies the entrance of fearful apprehension, it’s the most vulnerable moment in the world – a profound openness that risks everything. It’s not safe.
But it’s good.