I know I have fallen behind on my posting schedule again. I’m endeavoring to post once a week, but sometimes life gets in the way.
Today, however, something happened that I simply had to write about. I had one of those rare moments in life when you are actually struck with wonder at how happy you are.
A moment of pure, uncomplicated, soul in flight bliss.
We were on route from Leon to Managua, and the bus was overcrowded, as all Central American buses are. The windows were down, the breeze licked through my hair and dried the grimy sweat on my face. And my seat companion was an ancient looking local man, who spent much of the trip staring at me and smiling.
He had no teeth, black eyes and deep creases etched into his face. With him he carried an overflowing shopping bag that smacked me in the ribs every time the bus hit one of many potholes in the road.
In other circumstances, I might have felt annoyed, but that day with my peaceful companion, I could only take in the row of volcanoes outside my window, the fields that stretched out before me, the radiant pink glow of the setting sun, and I was so happy. So ridiculously happy and thrilled to be alive.
Today, I had another one of those moments of bliss while out for my afternoon walk.
I set off in a positive frame of mind because I made some real progress on a writing job today and had also managed to mark a few domestic chores off my To-Do list. I stretched and hit a good stride, choosing a route that weaves around my mountain suburb, along a bike track, over a creek and back home.
It’s a peaceful route with just the right amount of hills and flat surfaces. It’s a good challenge for a run, but today I felt like the meditative state of a walk. I had reached the bike track and was in full swing when a few sets of walkers, cyclists and runners passed me by from the opposite direction.
The area I live in is quite relaxed and friendly, but today was something else. Every person who passed me, including two teenage boys, said hello or commented on what a great afternoon it was. And they were right.
It was not long before dusk. Mild and still, the sky blue, but with that golden tone that signals the end of the day. I smiled, and with each exchange came a little extra spring in my step. Then I rounded the curve and came out from the cloak of the trees and it hit me.
The mountain stretching to its peak in front of me. A few puffy white clouds and a fading glow of the sun. A beautiful site. A flame of energy lit inside of me. I looked around at the houses, the slow swing of the trees, the gentle bubble of the creek. I heard the distant twitter of the birds, the absence of cars. The overwhelming quiet and I felt it.
Happiness that comes from nothing. That needs nothing. A gift from within or above. The best kind of surprise. An overwhelming sense of gratitude for my life and all that I have.
It’s not perfect, my life. Recently I have struggled to get a grip on where I am going, my changing rekationships or how to handle some issues in my world, but in that moment I felt as if everything was as it should be.
There was nothing to change. Nowhere to go. There was no lack, no worry, fear or anger. Just crazy, grinning bliss.
What an amazing end to a great day. Hope yours was as good.
Have you experienced these moments of pure bliss? Do they happen often? Would you care to share one with us?
Flickr Photo by Wild Pianist