Friday, January 10, 2014

A Form of Grace is Seeking and Finding Your Joy

      
           

           (Written Thursday, January 9, 2014)  --  On any given day there are those moments that touch us.  We respond to various events with a variety of emotions: from happiness to sorrow, from the purest joy to the most heart-rending sadness, from the serenity of peace achieved to the fire of anger erupting.  These feelings tell us we are alive, that we are sentient beings whose time is measured in a myriad of sensations.
            My day today has caused me to think (and babble in print) about how we often say that something "made my day." Some days, like today for me, it's hard to choose which of the day's happenings might have been the "one."  The truth is that there have been many and the day isn't over yet.  As I reflect on these moments, I realize that a big part of finding the joy is acknowledging it when it is felt.

           Many of us can relate to the joy and magic we feel when we watch a perfect sunrise.  Though I didn't see a spectacular sunrise this morning like thos, I did begin my day today with a view of the sunrise through the window in our front door in Charlotte.  Our house is positioned to see the sun come up through that little half circle that perfectly frames it.  On many days, like this one, I have that early morning joy of seeing the sun's early light there.
            Then there was the phone call with a longtime colleague and friend that I've not spoken to in a few years.  He is brilliant and eloquent and shared his newest venture with me.  He has found new challenges in his life, living in a new city, reaching new goals.  His voice was filled with all the positive spirit I've always found there and enjoyed.  Our chat was thought-provoking and nurturing, inspiring and engaging.  I've missed our talks and relished the minutes we spent catching up and moving our thoughts forward together.
           
There was our puppy, Sassy, happy to see me when I picked her up from her grooming appointment, wriggling madly to get into my arms.  She bounced into the house when we got home, showing off her new "do" with zest, prancing and unwilling to stay still to have her picture taken, though Mike persisted and finally captured her new look.  That done, she has spent every waking moment since in pursuit of her toys from one end of the house to the other.  She supplies so  many reasons every day for joy and laughter.
            Then we went to see the movie "Nebraska," a marvel in black-and-white.  A moving story and a great cast make this one not to miss.  The bleakness of the landscapes and the almost bitter reality of the circumstances might be grim if it were not for a script lavishly laced with humor, directed and acted with sensitivity and authenticity.  It's a winner.

            Drifting throughout the house this day is the smell of a roast in the Crockpot, a mouthwatering aroma that's part of a favorite dinner to be shared with our son and daughter-in-law this evening.  Some sensations, like the smell of good food, bring an almost primal joy.
            Now the sun is down and I missed the gorgeous red glow that I often see through the trees on the back of the property.  I was reliving the joys of my day at the laptop, so missed that one.  Those sunset memories are clear from many days past, so I have no regrets.


            I've been lucky enough to travel all around the world.  Those are sweet memories that I cherish.  What I appreciate more each day are the everyday joys and a contentment--feeling all the feelings, knowing that I'm capable of all these emotions because I am fully alive.  While I have the aches and pains that come with age and the inconvenience of psoriasis, I am experiencing the grace of retaining and even increasing my joy in living.  That is, indeed, an amazing grace.  My goal in this new year is to seek and find the joy and be grateful for the gift of its awareness in all the days to come.
All photos by Mike Lumpkin
           

             

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