I think this is really about joy. Not just plain old run of the mill happiness but joy -- that almost indefinable sense that can pervade our being. It is not an emotion so much as it is a condition of the soul.

Happiness is ephemeral. Anything can whack it off its perch and plunge you into the depths of discontent. But joy is a state of being, always there, like a radio playing happy music in the background, even though a moment here and there may be sad, or angry or confused. Those are passing emotions, temporal feelings that come and go, change and shift, turn and vary. Joy remains, if it is in our soul. It becomes a part of us, a thing we can almost hold in our hands.

If 'hope is the thing with feathers' (Emily Dickinson), then joy is the thing with dazzle, like the sun. And joy makes us dance, step, twirl in ecstasy, hearing our inner music. We must dance to our inner music, allowing our joy to escape into the world.

Can you see yourself, floating, rising, face aglow, dancing in the dazzle?