I keep thinking–like most humans maybe–that there’s a pot of gold somewhere here that I should be seeing along the path.  Am I stupid?  Is it hiding?  Am I on the right path?  Did I lose instructions–what?!?  But maybe it’s a spiraling yellow brick road and the path IS the treasure.

What if being human IS the pot of gold that I sought before I was born?  The prize ring that I did get–and my reward is to be human?  What if I’m one of the lucky one’s that earned and were awarded the gift to be human?  To be able to walk on the precious earth shining with sunlit love of Spirit warmth.

Why don’t I get to keep that feeling of warmth?  Why are there shadows?  Maybe it is to bounce between them.  What if the whole human purpose is to experience the different bounces?  Like a young black lab–tirelessly jumping and running for the ball. 

Pain.  Joy.  Obsession.  Serenity.  Addiction.  Love.  Heartache.  Comfort.  Loss. 

Why do I whine when I bounce?  Like my tiresome screaming windshield wipers, or the loose screeching belt on the dryer? 

Today I bounce easy.