My cup runneth over tonight and I drink from the saucer….of love, of joy, of the miracles and blessings in my life.
I heard that from a speaker many years ago and I did not understand what exactly she meant. The context of her words led me to believe that it had something to do with her life (the cup) and all of the goodness and joy in it overflowing and spilling out (running over) and in order to experience all of it she was soaking it up from the saucer. That’s really the only way I could interpret that. At the time, my life was far from brimming over with wonderfulness. Or blessings. And definitely, definitely not J-O-Y. I hated that word. (And I think “hate” is a strong word and try not to use it.) But I could not stand J-O-Y. I could not stomach J-O-Y-F-U-L people. I could not handle the mention of the word. My world at that time was colorless, bleak. I saw shades of black and grey–and happy people annoyed me. I could not see what on earth there was to be all “HAPPY, HAPPY, JOY, JOY” about. That seemed like a waste of time to me. An exercise in futility. A trip down a dead-end road, into the greyish black nothingness of despair.
Wow, what a horrid, depressing picture that paints. Sometimes I need to go back to that time to be able to appreciate how far I have come. It was, thankfully, many, many, many years ago. And suddenly, after much work, after much listening, after much talking to the Big Kahuna in the Universe, a Power so much Greater than myself, a miracle happened in my life. It wasn’t subtle either. It was a gargantuous, cataclysmic, spectacular, eye-popping explosion of color! Suddenly my life was a multitude of the most gorgeous hues, and I began to experience the faintest glimmer of what that woman was speaking about. I began to feel J-O-Y bubbling up from my soul. It was a beautiful, glorious feeling that I wanted to shout from the mountain tops. I wanted to proclaim to all who would listen that there really is such a thing in this world–that J-O-Y really does exist.
My life has been lived in technicolor since then with layer upon layer of the most vivid shades woven together into a supremely rich tapestry. The tapestry of my life, threaded through with strands of happiness and joy.
Tonight I experienced the brimming over of the cup of my life. A tiny bubble of J-O-Y started growing yesterday morning and tonight it erupted, causing my cup to truly runneth over. The blessings in my life continue to amaze and delight me, and I find I am happily drinking from the saucer. I don’t want to miss a single drop. It is intoxicating. I don’t know how else to describe it. I am full to the brim with gratitude for what has been bestowed upon me. My fervent hope is that I may be an example, for those I would meet, of the embodiment of JOY.
What, say you, caused your cup to spill over?
Dinner with an old friend, say I. A dear, dear friend whom I have missed for so long.
“Think where man’s glory both begins and ends. And say my glory was I had such friends.” (WB Yeats)
May blessings be for you and yours.