I remember back when all of this started. It was almost 2 years ago when everything fell apart. The lost relationships, the custody war, the falling apart of everything I had known.
I couldn't imagine finding joy or happiness amidst chaos and the never-ending cycle of unknown.
But today, I built a sand castle, I jumped off the dock with my son....I read a book while I watched him make friends on the shore.
We aren't in New England, boating on Lake Chargoggagoggmanchaugagoggchabunagungamogg with family, or on our annual camping trip with our friends, but we embraced joy in this moment. This imperfect moment, surrounded by sun and sand. Lingering at a picnic table eating snacks, while the waves splashed on the shore.
Maybe enlightenment isn't kundalini rising or achieving inner peace. Maybe it's just these tiny moments of magic, interspersed with pain and suffering. Finding joy, regardless of what our lives look like. Understanding that our best laid plans, are just that. Plans. God's plans are infinitely better than our wildest dreams.