What is the physiologic purpose of the the emotional buzz of profound joy one feels when he knows he is well, good, and lucky, in a good place and time.
It wasn't much, but I gave the Salvation Army bell-ringers a buck as I left Woodman's tonight. The ten-year-old boy with his trumpet mentioned to his Mom how people weren't staying to hear his songs, so I told him I had heard him from the parking lot as I arrived. He had a proud smile then, and said that, yes, he was doing his job right if people can hear him all the way out there. Then I smiled and pushed my cart out into the longest night of the year, choking up a little, eyes welling. Though I'm not rich, I gave something. Though I'm not outgoing, I shared happy thoughts with my neighbors. And though some things in life are difficult, I'm doin' alright.
Maybe it's a healing harmonic. A peaceful wave that reboots and resets what's off-kilter in us, telling us: