Life has been trying lately. The passing of my dog still sits at the forefront of my mind most of the time, sometimes hitting me so hard that I gasp for air. I miss him wholly and completely. His loss is palpable.
But, there’s hope. There’s happiness. There is a lightening of life.
Lightness has taken many different forms.
Some lightness I’ve found in children’s books like A Snicker of Magic. Some in light-hearted fiction like From Notting Hill to New York…Actually. And some in seriously beautiful literature like The Hundred-Foot Journey. In each of these stories I’ve found lightness. In Snicker, it was Felicity’s hopefulness. In Notting Hill, it was Scarlett’s kindness. And in Journey, it was Hassan’s passion. With each book read I’ve noticed little pieces of my heart being returned to me.
And it’s not just the stories illuminating the darkness. Oh no, it’s so much more.
It’s the lightness I’ve found in tending to my plants, watching their slow growth. It’s in the air I breathe each day as I gaze out at my grassy lawn. It’s in the drops of dew I lift from a newly ripened strawberry.
It’s the lightness I’ve found in cooking. With each slice and garnish I’ve lighted my way. And with each bite, I’ve savored the flavors as they’ve filled my mouth.
It’s the lightness I’ve found in yoga. I’ve found my center, my breath, and my soul. I’m learning to breathe into myself. I’m learning to listen to my body more and my mind less.
It is interesting how light, once illuminated, spreads. I know that “happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)
I’m learning to turn on the light. For, it is this lightness that fulfills me.