Let Reflection Stir up Your Joy

The morning is bursting with the trills and warbling of the songs of the birds. It permeates the air with their chorus proclaiming, “it’s Spring, it’s Spring!” There is also this mountain of color, in the form of mustard week, in my backyard, it seems to proclaim it’s own version of “Spring is here”!

And I sit here mesmerized. I stay totally still, willing the birds to go unscathed by human disruption. And I reflect.

Beautiful things can happen, when “Reflection” comes softly and makes her presence known. But still, our hearts can be in such agonizing turmoil. I come often to this crossroads. As humans we can choose the path of reflection of Joy or suffer with reflections of longing and regret.

So, amongst the melodies of the birds, Reflection comes. She wraps her arms around my heart and invites me to take inventory of all of my blessings.

And I wrap my hands around my coffee, and beseech Reflection to sit with me for awhile. I start mentally counting all of my blessings, Reflection encourages me on. I have so many good memories that have shaped my life and the person I am today. My life isn’t perfect, I still have demons to fight. And I try so very hard, but sometimes the bad memories are successful in permeating my soul and driving out my joy. But for this moment…

I sit here, in my backyard, surrounded by these beautiful melodies and ponder my life. A year ago, I had this little dream to buy land and build a house, by myself. It grew as this little seed, that blossomed into reality. I also have this amazing human in my life that shows me everyday, how love triumphs over control. And he encourages every dream I have. I have other relationships, family and friends that show me unconditional love thru every battle I’m still fighting at times.

My heart is immersed in a ocean of thankfulness. And Reflection overwhelms me with her gentle reminders of all I have been blessed with.

I have battles to still win. And yes, I still have things to tackle with finishing my house. Discouragement tries to remind me, I have this huge mountain of dirt, filled with weeds, that still has to be moved in my backyard. But all I can see this morning, is not the mountain of dirt, nor the weeds.  I choose  instead to reflect on the happiness that the brilliant colored weeds provide.

And in this moment, Reflection reminds me: if not for the mountains in my life, that I fight so desperately to quickly remove, I might not have the beauty of this moment. Can sometimes choosing joy, really be this simple?

….A quiet Tuesday morning where the birds are singing out their chorus, and the brilliant color of the mustard weed bring eminent happiness. And for this particular moment, Reflection she comes, and stays for awhile, and affords me great Joy.