it’s a mystery

I sometimes forget

That I was created for Joy.

My mind is too busy.

My heart is too heavy

For me to remember

That I have been

Called to dance

The Sacred dance of life.

I was created to smile

To Love

To be lifted up

And to lift others up.

O Sacred One

Untangle my feet

From all that ensnares.

Free my soul.

That we might


and that our dance

Might be contagious.


seeking a remembrance of something fine…

inquiry for today~ ok, let’s pause and notice….

this too is heartfelt

Be like a headland: the waves beat against it continuously, but it stands fast and around it the boiling water dies down. “It’s my rotten luck that this has happened to me.” On the contrary, “It’s my good luck that, although this has happened to me, I still feel no distress, since I’m unbruised by the present and unconcerned about the future.”

What happened could have happened to anyone, but not everyone could have carried on without letting it distress him. So why regard the incident as a piece of bad luck rather than seeing your avoidance of distress as a piece of good luck? Do you generally describe a person as unlucky when his nature worked well? Or do you count it as a malfunction of a person’s nature when it succeeds in securing the outcome it wanted?

~Marcus Aurelius

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