It’s easy to forget what’s most important in life.
Love and Joy.
That’s it people– the meaning of life. But we come up with all sorts of ways to get around it. I’m not sure why, but my guess is, because it’s hard. Hard to continually root yourself in love, everyday open yourself to joy. There’s much in this world that argues to the contrary.
“The beauty of the world which is too soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder” Virginia Wolf
How often we’re left, teetering on that edge, leaning into laughter…
Used to be, my favorite method of evasion was jargon. I’d “awakened” to the “new paradigm”. I was a disciple of “authenticity”. But I had little joy. Joy abides in the real. It’s impervious to cant. Mexico beat the lingo out of me; it scoffed at my word games.
I, a pragmatic, hermit with misanthropic tendencies don’t exactly exude joy. I have to work for it. Especially at times when yet other of my dogs has died ,(Jackie died in her sleep, inexplicably, heartbreakingly, one week after Jake)my horse is lame, we’re still broke , and I’m still handwashing our underwear.
SO. I’m starting a joy list. How hokey is that? But hey, I know I’m right about this meaning of life thing. How arrogant is that! One acknowledgement to the infinite possibility of love and its devoted helpmeet, joy, per day.
What do you say, want to join me? Or are you one of those confounding people who just can’t keep joy from bursting your seams? Either way, I want to hear what you have to say about joy.
This is Carl Sandburg’s (channeled by me for this week’s recitation) advice.
Keep away from the little deaths.
Don’t miss it, it’s a good one.
© 2014 Abby Smith, Writer
Are you there? My heart is breaking for you … Jake, Jackie … really sorry. I know how you love.
Tried to get you last night. Will try again tonight.
Love you so much 🙂
Alexa McDowell, Architectural HistorianAKAY Consulting103 West Island AvenueMinneapolis, MN 55401515-491-5432 – cell
Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 21:55:19 +0000
So sorry about little Jackie, she was so young. I hope you two can come visit soon. I hope you know you are always welcome.
I would love to visit soon, I coudl use some time away, I do know we are always welcome. : )
My first hit of joy came this morning at 5:24am when I read this post. Yes, joy is allusive, yet snippets of it find us, wash over us, and we drink from them where and when we may.
“It’s impervious to cant. Mexico beat the lingo out of me…” it was here the first smile broke open and you carried me with you. Then you pierced my heart with news of Jackie and I am reminded that joy and pain run parallel yet intersect often.
You write the gospel if ever it was written. Nothing hokey about it, nothing at all.
We can raise our energy considerably simply by thinking or saying a word that brings joy to us: the name of one we love, flowers, sunshine, raindrops, rainbows, starry nights… and yet there are times even this is difficult to do.
There is as much to be said of, I believe, and much work is done while wallowing a while. But this is about joy, which you have again gifted me with this morning.
Barbara I miss you. 🙂
Oh, you can also raise your joy quotient by tapping it in. Tap your third eye when you feel joy. Cool huh. ambrazos amiga