She sings a song around the house and in the bath sometimes that she learned at preschool. J for Jesus. O is for others and Y for you. Joy. When I lose my path to joy, I retrace her steps.
I found this clipping in an old journal today that I needed:
“Hope without action is destructive because it goes to magical thinking…the lesson was about not postponing joy and about the ability to transition when you simply don’t want to. Life has its seasons, and you must be able to transition or you’ll be wearing a parka in the summer and a bikini in the winter…
There’s a passage in Ezekiel that asks: Can these dry bones live again? My own life has had such dry spells, such desolate times, but I know that dry bones can live again, that hopeless things can be turned around, not with magic but with hard work. I feel that’s what I’m on the planet to talk about.”
-Robin Smith from O Magazine in 2005.
by Teaworthy
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