Uplifting Joy
Start unknowingly. Look, show up. Engage. Know transcendence is possible. Surrender to the moment. Accept exhilaration. Understand without speaking, without language. Allow the spirit of St. Andrews to rush in and claim you in a gesture where time and space marry and ask you to join, here, now. No shadow falls between the impulse and the action. Joy lives here on this bridge waiting for denizens of the world to clamor upon it and let magic manifest. Always say yes. ___________________________ The title of this poem could also quite possible be Serendipity meets Joy! Because this moment was not orchestrated. It was a Friday night, my first in St. Andrews. The nearby Firth of Forth was calm, and the sun had not yet begun to set. A handful of people strolled about the 1st and 18th holes at St. Andrews, among them, Ursula herself. The famous Swilcan Bridge sat in the d...