JOY IS EASY TO CARRY

The moment you realize how easy joy is to carry…

How she’s as light as a touch, a smile…a song…

You also realize wherever you choose to go…

Joy can easily tag along.

 

JOY IS EASY TO CARRY

 

The moment you realize how easy joy is to carry…

How she’s as light as a touch, a smile…a song…

You also realize wherever you choose to go…

Joy can easily tag along.

JOY

 

Life is short and oftentimes shaped by circumstances out of our control…

Which means savoring the joy and sweetness of every moment

should be our constant goal.

And though I am still heartbroken at where I think our country…our world is headed

at the things some people are so callously attempting to destroy…

when it comes to my life and the people I love…I’m determined to find joy.

 

It’s in my morning walk…when I stop to greet the stars.

When I say hello to the moon, to Orion…to Jupiter and Mars.

It’s listening to the owls as I watch the clouds drift across the sky

It’s watching the rabbits stop and nod…a subtle acknowledgment as I walk by.

It’s taking a second walk with Deborah…in the waxing light of day.

Saying hello and stopping to talk to people we meet along the way.

It’s holding hands, a smile, a hug, a gentle kiss…a touch.

It’s so many of the little things I’ve come to love so much.

It’s any moment with my family…any time with them I spend.

It’s receiving popcorn from our son…or warm cookies from a friend.

It’s sitting down with a good book…or a slow walk along the shore…

It’s going to sleep and waking up next to someone I adore.

I am not naive…

I know despite my prayers…hatred, war and evil in this world remain….

and I know finding joy may not heal my broken heart…

But…

it does help to ease the pain.

OCTOPUS HUG

 

Some days I wish I had eight arms

that I could wrap around you…

those days when two arms don’t seem to be enough

when only an octopus hug will do

THE POWER OF SILENCE

If you ever want to understand what power there is in silence

a power you can almost see….

take a walk on a foggy morning

and feel how strong the silence can be.

ONE FOGGY ALMOST CHRISTMAS DAY

 

 On a walk a few days before Christmas…

I was greeted by a morning fog so thick…

to my face and hands and clothing…

that heavy fog did stick.

A blanket so dense when I looked ahead…

the fog obstructed my view…

The kind of fog you don’t walk in…

you find yourself walking through. 

This fog blocked the moon and the stars 

and frustrated the morning breeze

everything around was wet…

i could hear fog dripping off the trees.

As I turned the corner down town 

on this cozy foggy night

I was greeted there on Main Street 

by a host of Christmas lights.

I stopped to enjoy the moment 

as the multi-colored lights blended with the foggy grey.

I stopped because the moment

took my breath away.

I walked the rest of the way in silence…

a fitting epilogue…

to the morning I was blessed 

to be surrounded 

by the beauty of the fog.

ELEANOR H. PORTER

 Today’s blessing is inspired by Eleanor H. Porter

A novelist I find enlightening and wise

And every now and then I like to stop and wish

we all would see the world through Mrs. Porter’s eyes.

It’s not that when we seek out the good in the world

to all the bad we are blind…

It’s just…when we’re hunting for the good things

we sort of forget the other kind.