Light as a feather

Light as a Feather

You ever notice how the world feels heavier some days? Like you're carrying a backpack full of invisible bricks, trudging through life, waiting for someone—or something—to take the load off? We can set it down. Sometimes, we forget that joy is lighter than air and can lift us if we let it.

Light-heartedness—it’s not just a fleeting emotion or a break from the serious. It's a choice, a mindset, a practice. It's the way we let the sunshine find its way through the cracks of our worries. You don't have to wait for perfect conditions. Joy doesn't need permission to exist.

Think about a child blowing bubbles in the park. They aren't worrying if the bubbles will pop; they just watch them float, marveling at their brief shimmer. When did we lose that? Somewhere along the way, we traded wonder for worry and spontaneity for strategy. But the spirit of joy—it’s still there. It's waiting for us to blow the bubbles, laugh at the silly, dance in the kitchen, and delight in the absurd.

Light-heartedness isn't ignorance or avoidance. No, it’s wisdom. It’s knowing that heaviness exists and choosing to let go for a while. It’s a rebellion against the tyranny of seriousness or anger.

And how do we kindle it? By starting small. Smile at a stranger, laugh at your mistakes, tell a bad joke on purpose just to see someone roll their eyes. Sit outside and let the wind mess up your hair. Sing a ridiculous song in the shower. Call it an offering to your spirit—the part of you that doesn’t age, doesn’t tire, and never stops seeking joy.

Being light-hearted is like holding hands with your younger self and whispering, "I didn’t forget you. You’re still here with me." And it ripples outward. A light heart isn’t selfish; it’s contagious. When you laugh, truly laugh, you invite others into that freedom.

The world needs us to remember. Not just the heavy lessons or the deep sorrows, but the moments that made us feel like balloons, rising against the pull of gravity. So, let’s carry the weight of the world differently—not on our backs but in our hearts, balanced by the helium of joy.

Light as a feather, we rise.