Joy

Joy finds you.

It is always there waiting, to be noticed, to be felt, to be seen.

And then it joins us in moments, and we dance and sing and laugh ... revelling.

And then it is gone, and we question ourselves and look all around. Wondering. Wishing.

Hoping to find it ... again.

And so I find joy when I am open enough to let it in.
Most often it is walking in the park with my dogs in the early dark of morning. Before even the Kookaburras.

Or enveloped in the salty ocean, my load shared, stroking forward and breathing.

And then writing, when the words magically flow, and land to stare back in my wonder.

I feel joy when I see other's hearts. And the connection of knowing that shared humanity.

With love

Mick