Where are Me Lucky Charms?
Whether you are Irish or not, society tends to embrace the Irish
heritage and we will be no different.
As we continue to search for our own pot of gold, I have come to
realize that our version of the proverbial pot, is entirely
different for each and every one of us and can change on a daily
basis.
As many of you know, my bestest buddy, Brinker, moved on just a
couple of weeks ago. He has now found the best pot of gold
possible - freedom of pain, running and jumping like he hasn't
been able to for quite a while.
My honey, on the other hand, found utopia by visiting a
fantastic grocery store while exploring our soon to be new
location in
Baltimore. He called wanting to know if there was
anything higher than nirvana because he thought he had found it
within this store. We should all be so easily pleased.
A beautiful young woman I know finds her pot of gold every
single time she can nuzzle with her horse and be in the barn.
Just to be there raises her spirits and brings her back to her
personal center. Life doesn't get better than that for her.
Another woman I know embraces life so fully that it continues to
come to her and presents fantastic opportunities for her chosen
path. Some would call her blessed.
Me? My own pot changes regularly, but what remains a true
constant is my immense love for my family, and life. As long as
I have those I love near me, I am very content and little else
matters in the scheme of life.
How would you define your pot of gold? However you do, trust
that you are loved and blessed beyond your comprehension.
~
Chris
