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.