I suppose this blog ought to come with a severe health warning! Nevertheless, I share it with you from a position of love and exhilaration.
There have been (many) times in my life when my joy simply bubbled over; it effervesced, like sparkling wine overflowing the bottle when shaken.
Sometimes the thrill has overtaken me while driving the car.
I danced. Carefully, of course, with sufficient attention on the road and other traffic—but I danced at the wheel. Peripheral vision comes to the rescue; peripheral vision is how you drive home safely, without even noticing the stop lights or other vehicles. How you can’t even remember the turns you made because they are on automatic.
It can be enhanced by good “caffeine music”.
I rarely do it with a passenger but one Swedish girlfriend went home with a tale and, apparently, told all her friends. She wasn’t scared she told me, but everything about common sense and social training cried out for her against what should be a crazy thing to do.
Yet she saw the delight! Continue reading