I had the most amazing experience this weekend. I struggled for sleep, while the fog swirled and curled through both Saturday and Sunday nights, I lied in bed with a sort of humming going on inside my body. I think that this is what joy feels like. I swear I could place my right hand over my heart and my left hand over my lower abdomen and feel the internal sensation intesify. What's curious is that I was alone in bed the first night, the second I stayed over at a friend's place. One night in my own bed. One night in someone else's. Same quivering sense of awe and beauty and love for myself and the world.