. . . I don't know what gladness is or where it comes from, this splitting open of the self. It takes me by surprise. Not an awareness of beauty and mystery, but beauty and mystery themselves, flooding into a mind suddenly without boundaries. Can this be gladness, to be lifted by that flood?
This is something that needs explaining, how light emerges from darkness, how comfort wells up from sorrow. The Earth holds every possibility inside it, and the mystery of transformation, one thing into another. This is the wildest comfort.
Kathleen Dean Moore, Wild Comfort: The Solace of Nature
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This happened to me last night as I was going to bed!!! The most marvelous, inexplicable sense of Joy and Wonder filled by being. Completely by surprise. I just laid there and basked in it with gratitude, while my "inner Being" just danced. :)
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