The gentle summer rains greet me this morning as I rise lazily from slumber. The night was peppered with images of lost items…. Symbolically looking for pieces of myself.

Robert Moss ( http://www.mossdreams.com/ ) writes of finding pieces of ourselves through dreaming, I know this is true. I also know that I have lost pieces of my soul along the way as the challenges of life have crashed down upon my humanness; a splinter of my eternal self has flown to heaven for refuge.  I am to call her back to me; this is what I have been told. Part of me lives here and another in the world of spirit. How do I call her back? Through Joy,  the other side of Grief.

Grief is a powerful emotion, it breaks you open and redefines your true self, you are never the same once grief has colored your world. We can lament the “what ifs”, but the reality remains, and the “what ifs” become lost wishes floating up to the heavens. I admit, sometimes I long for those imagined moments.  But my soul knows the true beauty in life is in the present moment of NOW, this is where Joy lives.  The small joys that offer themselves to us daily, a rainy Saturday morning, a warm bed, a fresh cup of coffee, a nuzzle of love from a black dog, the purrs of a usually indifferent feline, these small things, provide the sound track of joyful noise in my life.  This is the magic of life, as I long for the spiritual world and all its peace, I remember none of these exist there; these are life’s longings for themselves. My song of Joy will call her back to me.

 Embrace the little joys your life offers, these are life’s gift to you because life is so very happy you are still here.