I am not immune to the hopes and dreams that have been named as mine, I am still star struck by them and in love with them.
  But I now wake up in the middle of a day that is far from those dreams, those aspirations, and I feel content. It's like there is a lover softly playing the notes of my heart or a soft cat purring in my lap or a breathtaking sunset over an ocean and I am compelled to stay, to sit still, to absorb the calm.
    The moment will change, as moments will always do, and I will be off turning again with the world, on Her way to another day.

It is perplexing to me, even as I feel the fuzzy warm calm seeping into my brain, that I could feel so inexplicably good and peaceful when my life has taken turns I feared to contemplate.
  But here it is.
This morning I found myself in a yoga workshop, learning new things from my teacher and loving the time with my body.
   
  Where is the joy to be found?
In secret corners of the universe, unexpected moments and unplanned perversities.
    What causes us to put one foot in front of the other, to draw a new breath?
The mysterious mystery.