‘It just feels like Joy’
Said my line manager to me early in the year, around January time, in the midst of a conversation we were having, she had ‘walked’ with me through the back end of last year.
And as she said it, I smiled even bigger, and deeper.
And she smiled back.
Joy
And it’s been the word of the week for me this week.
Joy.
Joy feels light
Joy dances
Joy emanates from being
Joy runs in the grasses and doesn’t care about the muddy shoes
Joy splashes in the puddles
Joy plays in wonder
Joy Joy Joy
Universal Joy
Joy attracts Joy
Joy radiates Joy
But what if
What if, Joy all along
What if I can now believe.. the truth
That God might delight in me
That God looks with joy in his soul
At my soul filled with Joy
And there is wonder in being?
May you learn to see yourself,
with the same delight,
pride and expectation
with which God sees you in every moment
(John O Donohue, Anam Cara)
God looks at you too.. believe his Joy for you
Joy, full aliveness
Wonder, bliss and love
Where shadows have been loved
And nothing scary lurks from within
Childlike Joy
Joy becomes, beyond definition
beyond picture or image
or explanation
Its felt
Trust it.
Trust Joy.
Joy longs for you, waits for you
Joy feels home
Heart smiling, beaming, dancing
to the tune of freedom, love and peace
Joy bubbles
Joy giggles
Joy abounds
Joy plays.
Joy gives, abundant and free… just receive it
Joy loves lightly
Joy lights in multi sensory colour, like a million fireflies, in a iridescent cave under rainbow skies
Joy finds us when we least expect it, but can’t be searched for
Joy, a gift, a treasure, awakened from the deep
When a soul smiles, at the joy of another
Joy, indescribable, beyond these words
Beyond any words
In the space between words, and worlds
Transcendental, Joy, the air floating to a higher plane
The wonder of life in all its dimensions
The Joy of being, alive
The Joy of being, loved
The Joy of being, seen
The Joy of being
Joy, Joy, Joy
James Ballantyne 