On joy
Kelowna, BC
Joy in the present moment from the vernacular body:
“Joy is not ‘perfect circumstances.’ If it were, joy would never come.
This is joy: going to the woods, seeing flags play in the wind, contemplating the snow and the setting sun.
This is joy: rising to the top of a hillock in an abandoned landscape, and being surprised by the sight of a red-haired jogger lying on her back making a snow angel.
This: laughter splashing about in the dark.”
Thanks to the cassandra pages for the link.
