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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