Somewhere Close to Ecstasy

It’s a beautiful Thursday – a gorgeous spring day.

I’m home, listening to music, throwing laundry around (well, not literally), and just enjoying. I enjoy cleaning sometimes. I enjoy organizing my space, though you might not know it to look at it!

How simple can it be?

Sometimes the more I try to enjoy life, the harder it gets.

It’s actually rather simple. And the only reason I think it’s not is because I’ve believed for so long that enjoyment is the exception, rather than the rule.

Not that I’ve wanted enjoyment to be the exception! I just didn’t realize how simple it was.

It’s such a great day – I love my house, my garden, the flowers that the previous owner planted and the few I’m going to see if I can nurture to some semblance of health and beauty. Oh! I forgot! Flowers require care, but they still do their thing pretty easily with not a whole lot of nurturing or effort by me….

Sort of a metaphor, don’tcha think?

Like “consider the lilies, they neither toil nor spin…” Something to remember, and practice. And I’m still practicing. Interest concept. Practicing letting joy come into my life, instead of having to MAKE it happen. Practicing actually implies effort, something that I can’t do, but I keep at it until I can. The only practice involves remembering, and then letting it soak in until it finally becomes natural. Letting myself get THROUGH the frustrations – the feelings that come from just plain old living – instead of running away from them and trying NOT to feel them, and in that case, yes, it’s a practice. It can be considered “work,” even at the same time that it all yields a result: that of allowing oneself to play. Everything the opposite of all I’ve believed.

It never ceases to amaze me.

I’m listening to a radio station on the ‘net, and what should happen to come on as I write? “Here Comes the Sun” by George Harrison. No coincidence, that.

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right

I couldn’t say it any better.