Happiness like a spring
Friday, January 13, 2006
A bubbling underground spring
In my neighborhood there is a pond which is fed by an underground spring in addition to run-off from rain. Since there has been a drought this year, the pond is drying up. But, the spring still bubbles to the surface, providing its clear, clean water.
I, of late, like the pond have been drying up. But today, I feel an undercurrent of happiness, like the spring, that is attempting to bubble forth to the surface. Let me clear away any debris in my life that might stop my happiness from coming forth.
Acceptance of life’s situations, whatever might come my way, is the key to my being all that I can be. And that acceptance includes all the people, places and things with which I come in contact. It is not my purpose to change others nor to offer resistance; but to accept. From this acceptance, my purpose, to be all that I can be, bubbles forth clear and clean to the surface of my life.
A bubbling underground spring
In my neighborhood there is a pond which is fed by an underground spring in addition to run-off from rain. Since there has been a drought this year, the pond is drying up. But, the spring still bubbles to the surface, providing its clear, clean water.
I, of late, like the pond have been drying up. But today, I feel an undercurrent of happiness, like the spring, that is attempting to bubble forth to the surface. Let me clear away any debris in my life that might stop my happiness from coming forth.
Acceptance of life’s situations, whatever might come my way, is the key to my being all that I can be. And that acceptance includes all the people, places and things with which I come in contact. It is not my purpose to change others nor to offer resistance; but to accept. From this acceptance, my purpose, to be all that I can be, bubbles forth clear and clean to the surface of my life.
posted by Sandra | 9:22 AM
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