Yes, I did.: Honey

Yes, I did.: Honey: Sitting here I keep trying to see the signs that are said to be laid before me. Signs that will help guide me into something bigger than I c...

Honey

Sitting here I keep trying to see the signs that are said to be laid before me. Signs that will help guide me into something bigger than I can even imagine. And I look up, and what is straight before me. It's been there for weeks and I look at it everyday. But still I had no clue. It is a picture of my son.

For those of you who don't know, he is in prison. And this picture, in all it's fabulousness....is in the prison, in his prison uniform. But there is a catch. What strikes me most about this picture, is the smile on his face. Not a smile just for the camera, but a smile for me. A grand smile of love. He knows his surroundings, he knows what brought him to this point, but still, in the midst of it all, he smiles.

It is a choice, screams the voice from my soul. It is an absolute choice, with no regard of time,space, or the choices you've made before. Down to this precise moment in time, we choose happiness or misery. Nothing changes through our misery, it may not even change through our happiness....but our happiness begets love. Happiness is the honey of our lives.

I have wondered and blundered through my life for years, always seeking the answers. Asking, praying,,,,,even begging. And in one clear moment, with one smile, one tear from his mother, it is all clearer than ever before. Just choose happiness.

I have watched as others have stumbled down the road to happiness and noticed a similar trait in most. The inability to face their truth. The truth doesn't waiver, or bend for anyone. It can't change to make us feel better. The truth will always be simple, unpersuasive, and real. When we except the truth, on truths terms, that is when we can start to unravel our happiness.

I recently tried to help someone. I had conditions, and I was clear about them. I know, you say, helping doesn't have conditions. Well then I will say, I set boundaries on what my limits would be. First, there would be NO LYING. Second, NO DISRESPECTFUL BEHAVIOUR. Third, the place that she was running from could not be revisited. In one day, she lied to me, disrespected herself as well as me, and revisited the place in which she had been hiding from. Screaming at me, she said, "You don't know MY truth". But what I realized, after listening to her profusely spout all the open minded garb, spiritual blah, blah blah, is that garb was exactly what is was for her. Because I held tight to our agreement, I refused to be her rest spot until arrangements could be made for her to return to the home she had run from, I had now become the enemy, again. I was not her enemy, the truth was.

After that experience, I realized, I will not accomplish anything fruitful unless I keep the truth with me and in me. The truth is the root on which I am able the choose my happiness.  Life is a grand adventure, and who wants theirs to be rooted in misery? Not me.

So, with a sweet smile from someone who chose happiness, I awoke, finally realizing what the universe, God, and all of my sweet angels have been trying to tell me. I have the choice, no matter where I am, who I am with, or what circumstances may lie before me. Just simply, I am the maker and keeper of my happiness. And, I sure do like honey, don't you?