The other evening when my husband and I were engaged in “tomfoolery” but weren’t really getting anywhere (you can make of that what you wish), we both burst out laughing. “What in the world?” I thought. “Where is this laughter coming from?” But we had become so overwhelmed by the way things were going, and not in the direction we intended, that both of us had ended up laughing at the hilariousness of the situation.
And this wasn’t any half-assed, timid kind of laughing either. We were laughing so hard, and so uncontrollably, that we both came to the point of tears. Laughing tears – you know what I mean – the kind of tears that roll down your face while you are laughing like a maniac.
I’ve been reading “The Art of Happiness” by the Dalai Lama. I keep the book in the car and read it to pass the time while I do cardio on the bike at the gym. So today while I was getting in my thirty minutes of cardio and reading the Dalai Lama’s words, I realized the huge significance of last night’s laughter.
Joy, pure joy, has reappeared in my life.
Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I laughed, much less laughed with such abandon. When my soul felt so light, so free, so at home with someone. So safe to be me, the real, authentic me.
Being loved unconditionally is one of Life’s greatest gifts. And when one feels that sort of love, the way I do from and with this man to whom I am newly married, well then, our innermost self is free to feel, to experience, to bathe in that abundance.
Both he and I have believed from the start that a Presence larger than ourselves brought us together. The odds were astronomically against us ever knowing one another. But here we are – both knowing we are gifts beyond measure each to the other.
Yes, joy has reappeared in my life. It is a wonderful feeling.