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Miracles are everywhere if we only have eyes to see. JOY is our
birthright! And then I remembered, not to worry, after all, I've always
got my JOY IN A BOTTLE with me!
For
the last several years I have had a fascination for essential oils. I
don't know why, but I have. And for the last several months, I have
become even more involved with them. I have been working with over a
dozen different pure therapeutic grade essential oils produced by a
company called Young Living Essential Oils, founded by Dr. Gary Young,
an unusual and visionary man. But one oil in particular has touched me
more than the rest. It's called JOY. That's right, I like to call it,
JOY IN A BOTTLE! It has the most exquisitely beautiful aroma and
whenever I use it, I feel uplifted. The theory behind essential oils is
that they resonate at extremely high levels and thereby can increase
the energy field around us and help bring into our lives those things
that we desire, whether they be abundance, peace, or a healing of some
kind. Its not that the oils actually create these experiences in our
lives, I think its more like they help us to be open to the incredible
abundance that is already there present at every moment if only we have
eyes to see.
For a while now, it has been my intention to experience more joy in my
life, hence my strong attraction to this oil called Joy, and I would
have to say by what I have experienced just in this last week that this
little oil has indeed been helping me to do just that.
Two experiences come to mind, both very different, yet profoundly joyful.
Here is my story.
I woke up early one day this week, after it had been snowing and
freezing rain most of the night to an exquisite winter wonderland
outside my window. I felt an overwhelming urge to rush out and
experience it, much as a small child would want to run out and play in
the freshly fallen snow or a little puppy would want to envelop himself
in a white blanket and then shake himself off and do it all over, again
and again. I couldn't really contain myself much longer so I did just
that. I put on my coat and boots and mittens, not my kid-leather
gloves, but my mittens, which seemed more appropriate to the moment and
rushed outside.
I felt as though time had stopped just for me. I was alone in this
magical place. Not a sound was to be heard, only my breath and my
virgin footsteps in the pure white snow beneath my feet and the golden
light of the awakening sun dancing on the icicles, glistening like
diamonds. I felt intensely alive and overcome with joy.
At that moment I was reminded of when I was in Montreal and my mother
died. It was in the late fall and I remember sitting in the park after
having just left the funeral home and watching the leaves fall off the
huge maple trees. It was such a beautiful sight to see but a part of me
couldn't help wondering if the trees felt sad to see all their leaves
falling away. Soon they would be completely bare and it would be like a
death for them just as it had been for my mother. I thought how
significant it was at the time, that my mother died in the fall just as
the trees were letting go of life as well.
Yet today when I was out walking in the snow, in the stillness, I
looked with new eyes at these trees standing proudly before me. Where
once they had been completely bare, now they were each covered in white
ice and I saw them in a way I was not able to before. Each tree was
distinctive, unique, a masterpiece in itself, breathtakingly beautiful.
They didn't feel as though they were dead any more, only different, and
I thought that must be how my mother is now, not dead really, only
different.
I stayed in this wonderland for over an hour taking pictures of each
tree. And at one point I decided to stand under a tree and take a
picture of the icicles from underneath thinking that might make an
unique photograph. Just as I was about to snap the shot, nature took
over and decided to have some fun with me. The tree branch shook and
what seemed like a mountain of snow descended upon me and my camera. It
was at that moment that I became aware that perhaps people were looking
at me and wondering what this crazy lady with the red hair was doing
standing under a tree filled with snow and icicles with a camera. But
the fear of what people might think of me was completely overcome by
the uncontrollable laughter that burst forth from my being at that
moment and I gave into it. I stood there laughing. Laughing at myself,
laughing at the tree, laughing at the universe's incredible sense of
humour. I don't think I have laughed that hard in a very long time and
my body thanked me for it. What Joy!
My next experience is very different, but equally blissful. Here it is.
It was a Thursday afternoon, about three o'clock and my partner James
and I decided to go out for a late lunch to our special Italian
restaurant. Both of us had been working long hours for days and needed
a diversion. We were seated at our favorite table in front of the
fireplace. The sound of Italian melodies filled the room as our waiter
greeted us. We decided to take our time today, order appetizers and
just sit and talk. And then something happened, something wonderful.
A fellow entered the restaurant and was seated near us, directly in
front of me. There was something about him, something very different
but I could not put my finger on just what that was. He ordered a cup
of tea and a glass of cognac. At the time I thought this was indeed an
unusual combination. And when his libation was delivered to him, I
watched him very closely. He held the glass of golden liquid between
both hands as if it were a lover and caressed it. He lifted the glass
to his nose and inhaled the delicate bouquet. A look of ecstasy covered
his face and he smiled sweetly to himself. And then and only then did
he sip the cognac. It seemed to be an eternity before he swallowed it.
I felt as though I was witnessing a private moment and shouldn't be
watching, but I just couldn't take my eyes off of this man. He drank
only the one glass, nothing more. One was all he needed.
I watched him dine that day and that is exactly what he was doing,
dining, not eating. When the waiter brought him his meal, it was a
while before he actually took the first bite. His eyes devoured the
beauty of the food and the exquisite presentation. He ate slowly and
gently and savored every moment and in between each bite he sang
Italian songs, along with the music. He had a beautiful lilting kind of
voice that melted into the room and touched your heart. It was an
extraordinary sight, to see someone so completely involved in the
process of dining, so alive in that present moment to the experience of
enjoying food. And as the waiters brought him each course, I noticed
they walked away smiling more than I had seen them do before, and their
step was lighter, much lighter.
I once read somewhere that if a truly enlightened master enters a room,
everyone in that entire space would feel instantly uplifted and not
even realize why. That is what happened at that little Italian
restaurant on this glorious afternoon. Everyone was uplifted because of
that one man and his incredible aliveness to being in the moment.
The man in that restaurant was indeed a master, not the kind wearing
long robes and a beard, but a master none the less. He uplifted me and
everyone else in that room and filled us with a profound sense of joy
and love for life.
And it was an enlightening moment for me as well. Until then I knew on
some level that if you wanted to experience something in your life you
had to be that something, you actually had to become it. You could read
all about it and dream about it and think about it but in order to
experience it in your reality, you had to truly BECOME it.
That man had become JOY! He was walking JOY! And he reminded me in some
way of Mother Teresa. She didn't talk about love, she didn't start a
love foundation, she didn't lecture people about how to love. She just
was love. She lived and breathed love every moment of her extraordinary
life and she left a legacy of love for all of us to follow.
I couldn't believe that I had learned so much just by going out to lunch.
And when we were getting ready to leave the restaurant that afternoon,
I couldn't help but feel a little sad. I didn't want the experience to
be over. And then I remembered it would never be over. The universe is
a wise and compassionate place and there would be more experiences for
me to savor waiting just around the corner. As long as I was open and
willing to let them in, I knew they would be there.
Miracles are everywhere if we only have eyes to see. JOY is our
birthright! And then I remembered, not to worry, after all, I've always
got my JOY IN A BOTTLE with me!
Veronica Hay is an inspirational writer. Her work inspires others to be more of who they really are.
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