Delight and Enchantment

Delight, is it as individual and special as our genes? 
Is your delight the feeling of a dog's wet nose nudging you under the table to put down the pen and play. Is your delight the murmur water makes, tumbling over rocks in a clear mountain stream, under a vast blue sky? Is your delight the feeling charcoal gives as you drag it over the paper in broad strokes, creating the image in your mind? Is your delight seeing your son honored by the peers of a team he gets muddy with on the weekends?

Our individual delight comes from somewhere inside us and bubbles over as we touch our world.

It is enchantment that draws us out to touch that world, curling her finger in that beckoning motion to follow her to find our delight. In our heart, enchantment ignites with curiosity, raising up to our consciousness the desire to move. Enchantment says, spend some time with pen and paper and write, pack a bag and head for the hills to the meadow with a crystal clear running brook, find a floppy-eared, tail-wagging dog with a wet nose. As we trust our enchantment, following her beckoning down the path, occasionally we may find delight is the destination. We can't always be assured of delight but it will be ever so interesting along the way.