I pick this one for me—touched by small kindnesses and sudden pops of beauty while swinging from high to low, from lethargic to frantic. Watching for joy even as I mislay and forget details (like this post), dig out from the mess, and create new ones. The robin swollen with eggs to come, listens closely outside my window for the worms beneath her feet. The neighbor’s car gleams lapis lazuli in the parking lot sunshine. Art in progress sings a whispery siren song.
It’s good to be reminded to watch and listen, because Joy is all around, waiting to be welcomed in.
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