What is it about life that so soothes the spirit when, for the first time, we encounter peace? Why is it so strange and unfamiliar when we venture forth beyond the known territory of life’s traumas and speculations into a new realm of inner happiness, free from pain and struggle? That it is so is certain, supported by the range of years of forgotten turmoil that comes flooding back to mind when summonsed to do so. Yet they are better left where they are, lest once more they raise their ugly head and deprive me of what I have come to know and love: peace of mind and the freedom to pursue my heart’s desires.
What can I elicit from this? That though I don’t have all the answers, life is a wonderful adventure, a challenge for personal growth, and that if we let it play out fully and rise to the occasion, we learn so much and often through pain can find happiness and contentment like never before.
And as I lose myself to the mood of the moment and the joyous sounds of Pachelbel’s superb and uplifting Canon in D, I close my eyes and the ecstasy of the moment turns into a beautiful flight of fantasy as I imagine and feel myself falling like a leaf in a forest clearing and then soaring in the firm but gentle breeze that lifts me as I twist and turn, dancing in nature and bathed in sunlight, the heavenly music lifting my soul, picking me up as I fall and rising to fresh heights of bliss once more.
And it then occurs to me that that the fantasy is a colourful illustration of the joys of the journey of life and how it can bring us freedom akin to Heaven on Earth. How superb that my mind, freed by the moment and the music, painted this vivid symbol of how life can be when we simply go with the flow of life’s breezes instead of fearfully clinging on for dear life and in so doing deprive ourselves of the hope for life, its true purpose.
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