I'm in a good mood. Not the sort of "good" you say when random folks ask you how you are, but rather, a comfortable centered warmth. You know, good.
There isn't any one dominant reason for this; it is sort of an accumulation of a thousand paper cuts over an extended period of time, but this past weekend seemed to be the tipping point.
I actually relaxed, had fun, and genuinely socialized. Helped instigate two doumbek circles, and shared the sort of intimate moments that only very late night conversations can bring about.
I watched sunsets and sunrises, punctuated by peaceful sleep in my bright yellow banana hammock, suspended beneath a pair of century-old live oak trees. Listened to late-summer cicadas serenading above the babble of children playing. And shooed a wolf spider out of my clean clothes.
I returned home to a subtly different world, with a lighter, centered ease I haven't felt in a long, long while.
Life is good.