dangerous

morning. i'm dangerously happy.

was just listening to a zencast (zen talks from nor cal zen center over my iphone) about time. linear time, the depth and breadth of time. i need to listen to it again when i have more ... time. :*) one thing i know, i always feel as if i have so little of the stuff. but happiness. what is it comprised of? just ignited bursts of brain chemistry triggered by outside "good-things?" it's interesting, as i settle into my skin more and more i try to relate to happiness not by the oceanic currents of outside good-things (or droughts), but by something deeper on the inside. but that sounds so mysterious and much like words overheard repetitively at a bryan kest yoga class. so what is it to be happy from a source other than that caused from an onslaught of good news, i have a feeling it has to do with experiencing joy in the mundane, or at least being present in the everyday, nearly every moment. what i do know is i'm finding myself happy on my couch at dusk just staring at the dusty dark lavender sky. i think (for a busy-body like me) that is a fine warrior's start.

:*)