Musings
There are days when finding joy takes a deliberate relooking to remind myself of the gifts embedded in the ordinary:
~the coffee that was the perfect temperature for the morning air;
~the idea that I shared that landed and might bear fruit;
~the feel of the warm sunshine on my skin walking out of the cool of the grocery store;
~the letter in the mailbox that said a friend is doing well;
~the chittering squirrels under my porch mixed with the chirping birds above it;
~dinner with family; pets bumping against my legs in welcome;
~friends texting just to share a bit of their day;
~a meme a far off kid sent that speaks to a shared life.
Joy is there in the simple moments, and it is persistently sustaining. #JoyAsResistance
Joy that leaks
Yesterday their hope, their peace, their invitation to us right here in our time and place, ran right out of my eyes as I pictured a world the way it could be.
Joy as Ritual
This week a little girl came over, and, amid the hubbub of Yellow House chaos, she grabbed her Daddy’s hand and took him to the tree.
Joy as Hope
Hope also means getting in there and being a part of making unexpected goodness happen.
Sustainable Joy
Finding my way to the porch, piled under blankets, cup of tea in hand, I was startled by an airborne announcement.
Joy in Thin Spaces
Weddings are thin spaces where past and present cast shadows into the future.
Joy as Resistance
I don't think that noticing beauty. . . is dismissive of the pain in the world.
