I watched this husky practically prance through yesterday morning's light snow. She was actually smiling, looking for all the world like she had been waiting for this weather through the long hot months and now that it was here her sled dog genes were urging her on in a propulsive burst of bliss. She just had so much graceful momentum.
It made me wonder what it would be like to have a purpose so clear that it's not even necessary to think about it, that it's just coded into you. How would it be to just be on the path, with confidence? There would be no need to fret over it. It would just fit. You would simply do it because you couldn't not do it. And I imagine it would look a lot like joy.
Anybody out there on that path? How did you find it?