I never thought that I’d turn out to be as happy as I’m seeing that I am.

And it is not what you’d think: I’m not happy with being successful, or with having achieved such and such, having attained such and such, having won acclaim or love or anything else from any one else.

No, it is a deeper, quieter happiness, akin to my earliest memories.

In my earliest memories I was a spiritual being. I was as is. I glowed with being and I remember indigo light.

I am.

Very . . .

. . . happy to be so into being!