Reflecting on joy, soul, and love

This piece is my personal contribution to the soulful compilation: One with the Light Vaiksnoras & Porrata (2025). The free community file is available here


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I turned 60 this year. Though I can’t fully explain it, I feel different—as if something magical has finally clicked inside my heart.

While part of me still sees the world through the lens of a joyful 5-year-old, there’s another part of me I’m remembering and slowly integrating into my days. What I once judged as estranged or separate, I now tenderly embrace and accept; like a wave who knows she’s part of the ocean—rising and falling again and again, I’m beginning to see myself as a tiny part of God’s infinite mystery, universe, and grace.

More and more I’m finding it difficult to escape the overwhelming joy of simply being. Every day is a new adventure. Every day is a new start to create or simply observe.

It reminds me of the feeling I had every single morning when my girls were babies. Every day felt like Christmas morning. Every single morning I would behold and hold the greatest gift of all — love.

Like beauty, love is in the eye of the beholder. It is both the wave and the ocean—ephemeral and eternal— like me, dancing to the rhythm of life’s sweet song. 

 

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By Mayra Porrata | comments: mayra@solarapublishing.com ©2026 Solara Publishing, LLC

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