I enjoy the warmth of the walk to the mailbox and seeing the valley before me. I love the big sky and seeing the different sections of cloud formations. This, just being in the moment brings me joy.
Looking up at the clouds and remembering what a miracle it is that we are hurtling through the cosmos in an environment that supports life. It's so easy to miss it and it takes my breath away every time!
Joy is an act of resistance, and an act of defiance. And, as you so eloquently write, the seeds of joy are all around us. Love your idea of a Joy Garden. Plant the seeds, change the world.
The morning pot of coffee my husband makes me every day. My cats coming to great me at the door after work or snuggling up. My office plants growing and thriving. A call from my grown-up kids... Sunshine :)
Forgot to say... I may not write in my thankful journal every day, but I can read a bit of it every day, to remind me of all the things in my life that bring me joy.
My thankful journal. I don't write in it every day, just when I have something to record that I'm thankful for. A long slow sunset; a visit from my daughter; something growing in my garden; re-reading a book I love. Anything, big or small, that makes happy and glad. Joy!
I have always found joy in the little weeds and insignificant (I use that word with hesitation...) flowers and plants that I see on my walks with the dogs. A spider's web between two thistles, dew on the grass, the pattern and colours of leaves that have fallen. These small things lift me. And yes, the joy of seeing the seeds that I have planted (as well as the bulbs and tubers) starting to grow. So exciting and so delightful, and so full of promise.
I enjoy the warmth of the walk to the mailbox and seeing the valley before me. I love the big sky and seeing the different sections of cloud formations. This, just being in the moment brings me joy.
Looking up at the clouds and remembering what a miracle it is that we are hurtling through the cosmos in an environment that supports life. It's so easy to miss it and it takes my breath away every time!
Joy is an act of resistance, and an act of defiance. And, as you so eloquently write, the seeds of joy are all around us. Love your idea of a Joy Garden. Plant the seeds, change the world.
The morning pot of coffee my husband makes me every day. My cats coming to great me at the door after work or snuggling up. My office plants growing and thriving. A call from my grown-up kids... Sunshine :)
Forgot to say... I may not write in my thankful journal every day, but I can read a bit of it every day, to remind me of all the things in my life that bring me joy.
My thankful journal. I don't write in it every day, just when I have something to record that I'm thankful for. A long slow sunset; a visit from my daughter; something growing in my garden; re-reading a book I love. Anything, big or small, that makes happy and glad. Joy!
I have always found joy in the little weeds and insignificant (I use that word with hesitation...) flowers and plants that I see on my walks with the dogs. A spider's web between two thistles, dew on the grass, the pattern and colours of leaves that have fallen. These small things lift me. And yes, the joy of seeing the seeds that I have planted (as well as the bulbs and tubers) starting to grow. So exciting and so delightful, and so full of promise.
Knitting brings me soooo much joy every single day🧶