John and I have done a lot of traveling...we have been to the sacred places...the cities...the opera houses and concert halls. Then there are special places like the hundreds of places we saw between sacred spaces in Ireland. These are the places that feel warm and cozy, like a soft hug. These are the places we photograph so we can remember the feeling. They do not take our breath away but give us a soothing sense of fresh air. Life is made up mostly of these. Small joys, small pains. We really wake up to the big owies and big wowies, but if we are already awake we will be aware of the myriad of special moments that fill our lives. I don't understand boredom, I don't understand depression. Not that I am not sympathetic to that disease, but I just don't get it. When there is so much to do and so much to give and so much to experience, how can anyone ever be bored? There is joy all around us and it starts by us giving joy to others (not looking for it ourselves). Once we start the circle of giving it just comes back around. It is pretty simple... feel left out? Ask yourself how much am I leaving others out? Feel unloved? Ask yourself how much am I loving others? Feel empty? Ask yourself how much am I filling others up? It seems simple to me. There is a whole world of opportunity to give and to experience the small, special moments and places outside our door, but you must get outside yourself to find them. You may think, "that's easy for you to say". No, it is not easy, it is a choice. Life is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Sharing is a choice. Life is not all that easy and it is not meant to be. You choose!
