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 as Resistance
I don't think that noticing beauty. . . is dismissive of the pain in the world.