The “Smile” is something that the Voice suggested that I do not talk about, I haven’t. and don’t plan on it. Writing about it is something different and apparently…OK.
“I Am a Smile” is one of the many I Am phrases I say each morning. As a matter of fact, one day I noticed in the mirror, I was (in a resting facial expression) a smile waiting to happen. I came to the realization that it wasn’t just the physical Me smiling, it was my Soul smiling at the Universe. And here is the thing the Voice suggested not bringing up in the thousand conversations I have had in the past year…I see the Universe smiling back at me. Where? Everywhere. Clouds. Smudge marks. Indecipherable lines on a table converging (as my cosmic eyes have sharpened) into a pleasant countenance. The list is endless. Not important. Maybe the How or Why are. The Reflection. The Universe (God) is like a mirror, acknowledging, smiling back. It was a little strange at first. I quickly became accustomed to it. Even now in this moment as I write, I look over at my moldavite stone crystal and see a smile as plain as a sunny day. Beautiful.