Joy

Joy is such a paradox.

What brings joy to one person may not even make another smile.

Born out of wedlock to two different parents it can miss its target altogether, or land fortuitously exactly in the right place.

Sometimes it grows straight up like a sunflower among a million of its own kind and sometimes it leaps out of the shadows like a sunbeam on a stormy day.

But the one thing it always does is lift us up. Carried on the arms of it's energy we become younger, lighter, happier. We are buoyant!

Riding on the wings of joy I walk my daily mile faster, eat all my healthy food with gusto, deny myself with a smile on my face.

All because of this joyful thing that looms ahead of me, pulling me into its light, making me one with the feeling that all is right with the world and all will be well.

Truly well.