What joy looks like.

What does joy look like?

I was just laying here, enjoying thoughts of mom, enjoying thoughts of folks, all over the world, folks I have never meet, folks I may never meet.

I thought of mom, thought of folks, thought of my yippeee, thought of chili, well made.

I thought of coffee, enjoyed alone, whilst writing to others to let them know that they were not alone.

I thought of ocean views that I can’t yet visit. I thought of trampling through sand, sloshing out into the welcoming arms of the sea.

I thought of dreams, long held, never fulfilled. Dreams disturbing my dreams refusing to allow rest/sleep entrance into dreams demanding to have their say.

I thought of the love songs I have sung terribly ALL day. Singing songs to a lover I can not see, one I may never meet.

I thought of hard days, recent ones, past ones, future ones to come where grief, sorrow, frustration and sadness had their way.

I thought of peaceful days that chased the hard days away.

I thought of friends, long gone. Friends, far away. Friends who disappointed me. Friends I have disappointed. Thought of them all. Thought of how much I love them, all, still.

I thought of God and Life. Of how much they work the last of my nerves as I do my best to do my best when the best of me is all tied up in the rest of this mess called me.

I thought of loved ones. Those here. Those gone.

I thought of 53 years lived wondering how many more moments this life has yet to be lived.

I thought of all of those things, these things, many, many other things. Too many to fit upon this or any page.

I thought of all and had but one thought…

This is what joy looks like.

To me.

What does joy look like to you?

joyful,

Cassandra

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