Giraffe

I'm realizing more and more lately that the point of it all -- that is, of life -- is joy. And I'm notoriously bad at enjoying things, so I've been missing the point. Big time.

I feel like I've been this sort of head-in-the clouds creature, like an extra-tall giraffe who only sees what's big or high up or far away, but never what's on the ground here next to me. But someone's tipped me over now, I've come crashing down painfully, and now I'm sort of lying here on the ground, sprawled out and confused by the sudden change in perspective. And you know what's amazing? It's beautiful down here. I'm injured and aching, but the ground is green and lively and full of lovely people whom I didn't look at closely enough before. I just want to keep lying here and rest for a while. And when I do get up, I want to start holding my head closer to the ground.