singing like there is no tomorrow...

so I was feeling myself, right? Loving my hair, loving my outfit, loving the fact that it was 8am, and I was headed to `Buck's, for a nonfat Chai Latte, and a Cinnamon Walnut Coffee Cake. You couldn't wipe the Cheshire Cat grin off my face if you wanted to - and trust, you don't - I woulda cut you...

So, on my way out of `Buck's, I'm singing the Kindred song that was playing on my CD player on the way in..."Brother it won't hurt you to admit that your heart still beats...even though some heartache done slam knocked you off your feet...and I guarantee that this life will be hard sometime...this advice is yours and mine...Surrender to Love...". This attractive, bald caucasian guy gives me the high-beam smile, and opens the door for me as we leave, and tells me to have a good one. And I'm thinking, damn - everyday should start like this, right?

See, I try to praise my Creator, by reveling in that kind of joy. simple. borne of the soul. uncomplicated by human fallacy or will. as pure as these times will allow.

There are times where it overwhelms me, and I have to burst into song, or dance like there's no tomorrow, or both. Watching the sun rise, being able to take a breath, having the vocal cords, lips, tongue, teeth, brain, nerves, synapse...to actually make a sound, let alone make in understandable, or even sound good - we should all be singing everyday. I see myself in the rearview cutting up, or in my living room mirror, or walking around Walmart, and think "I know these folks probably think I'm looney, but who cares. We should all possess this kind of enduring, uncompromising joy". And I keep singing. That's love to me - the ultimate kind.

My life (I don't know about yours) isn't completely driven by the need for money, fame, fortune, power, or even acceptance. I live for that joy & love...always. When it's not present, I rest in the knowledge that it always returns. When it's present, I celebrate it. My celebration is my way of thanking the Creator for showing me that.