Might Be Joy

“It’s possible to understand the world from studying a leaf. You can comprehend the laws of aerodynamics, mathematics, poetry and biology through the complex beauty of such a perfect structure.
It’s also possible to travel the whole globe and learn nothing.”― Joy Harjo, The Woman Who Fell from the Sky: Poems

“Because in trying to articulate what, perhaps, joy is, it has occurred to me that among other things—the trees and the mushrooms have shown me this—joy is the mostly invisible, the underground union between us, you and me, which is, among other things, the great fact of our life and the lives of everyone and thing we love going away. If we sink a spoon into that fact, into the duff between us, we will find it teeming. It will look like all the books ever written. It will look like all the nerves in a body. We might call it sorrow, but we might call it a union, one that, once we notice it, once we bring it into the light, might become flower and food. Might be joy.”― Ross Gay, The Book of Delights

Do nothing.
Observe everything.
Receive alone.
Be made new by awe, by wonder.
Invisible but present.
Pause to notice.
Emergence bubbling up.

“Helped are those who are content to be themselves; they will never lack mystery in their lives and the joys of self-discovery will be constant.”― Alice Walker, The Temple of My Familiar