I think the Greeks forgot this one...

       She is very small. Most who have seen her, describe her as a child no older than ten. She always appears in a faded pink party dress.  The ribbons in her hair are torn and limp. They say she does not speak to the ears or the mind, but the heart. Only a small, hopeful voice inside the chest.
       She is a goddess. Very minor and insignificant to the others, but a goddess nonetheless. She appears only when the situation is desperate. When the hour is most dire- only then will you see her. She comes with intentions to help. She is the goddess of wishful thinking, children's prayers, a fool's hope. She comes to renew the hope that you may still have, even if there is no reason to have it. She is a reminder to ignore the odds and dare to hope anyway.
       If you ever see those sweet eyes staring up at you, if all of a sudden, there is an innocent child smiling in your direction, if you catch sight of her faded pink dress, you will feel something stir in you: a long-forgotten dream, a childhood birthday, a good friend. She will remind you of the goodness yet to be found. "Yes, yes, there is evil. Evil can be had here." Says her small, insistent voice. "But you can choose the Good. You have that power to choose. Oh, please choose the Good."

Floating

Have you ever felt that you are floating?

That you are just too happy to be walking on solid ground? That you want to shake everyone's hand, telling them how wonderful life is? That you are ballooning with joy?

How long did that moment last? Maybe an hour or a day. They don't come often. Be careful that you don't miss them. They are precious moments.

Would you like to know what I do with these moments? I carry them, very gently to my bed. I reach under and grab the Box. I usually have to dust it off. Then I open the lid very carefully and place my moment inside the Box, but not after admiring it a long time. Then, with much reluctance, I close my Box and place it under my bed once more.

I have been blessed with quite a collection. Some days, when I feel tired or lonely or upset, I reach for my Box and look through these moments. Each one is beautiful. By the time I get through them all, I can't help but feel that gravity is not quite as strong as it was half an hour before.

Remember and be glad.