Don’t you just love those moments when the dark clouds you thought were there to stay just roll back and your whole world lights up?
It’s like someone, somewhere, has turned up the dimmer switch and everything, everywhere, is brighter, clearer, kinder. Lighter.
There you were, lying face up on your bed in your overcast room with your troubled eyes closed but fluttering. Pandering to the voices of doubt in your head, picking at your faults and poking at all your failings. Dulled and disillusioned.
Your eyelids feel it first, the intense burst of light that has tranafigured the rectangular window frame. The burnished walls no longer enclose you and the whole room is aglow. Mr Bright Side is here — and he’s me!
You feel better, about the world, about yourself. A weight has been, if not lifted, then at least shifted.
The second-guessing and the self-degredation are quieter, and all is still. It’s the light you notice now, not the clouds. You can see what is really there.
It’s just so good to tilt your face and your spirit to this nurturing light. To bathe in this luminescence of being.
Better not spoil these golden moments waiting for the dark clouds to roll back again. Or fail to appreciate them now they are happening and just bask in their restorative rays.
Yes, those clouds will be back, that’s life. They come and they go. And that’s okay. You’re okay.