
Joy feels fleeting and fast. If you don’t snag it as it sprints by it seems to disappear, completely out of sight.
And yet, when I do successfully land it on my hook, it’s a wriggly, wiggly thing, like a wet fish flopping about. It’s unruly, always looking for an escape route. I cannot hold onto it for dear life.
Joy simply will not stay put in my corner.
So I resolve to let it go…again.
Goodbye joy. Can we meet again soon? I sigh and wrap my arms around myself. Everything will be okay, even now.
Joy is a fickle thing- yes.
But I think I’ve figured it out- joy waits for us to release it, to stop trying to hook it on our line, then toss it in a dark freezer for preservation.
Joy needs light and air and freedom in order to flow within and around us.
Joy is attracted to our openness to life, our relaxation into reality, and our release of all expectations.
Of course we’d love nothing more than for joy to belong solely to us, but it refuses to be owned. We can’t look up it’s permanent address because it has none. Joy only waits for us to set the table so it can come by for a brief and momentary visit.
I think we can set up our lives in such a way that we’re prepared for our passerby friend named joy, willing to wait for its arrival without worry, and then release it with our most generous spirit.
We must constantly remind ourselves: Joy has come before, it will always come again. I need only to remember all the places I saw it last.
- a text from an old friend
- a long walk
- a deep conversation
- a tall mug of tumeric, ginger tea
- a smile from a stranger
- a quiet morning
- a child’s fort
- a light breeze on a hot day
- a soft hoodie
- clean sheets
- clean children
- clean counters
- front yard flowers
- morning bird song
- french cafe music
- dreams of living in Europe
- sweat dripping down my back
- baguettes and bicycles
- summer evenings
- ocean waves
- winding trails
- serene lakes
- a bowl of cereal
- peanut butter and jelly
- a sip of my husband’s coffee
- rainbows
- fuzzy blankets
- gripping stories
- tiny fairy gardens
- bouquets of wildflowers
- bright pink
- a full day outside
- fresh air
- picnics
- running
- upbeat tunes
- forest green
- kittens
- my pillow and blanket
- trail mix
- a bike ride
- handwritten notes
- sending a surprise gift
- seashells
- poetry
- islands
- quaint cottage-like houses
- harbors
- cobblestone streets
- bookstores