Joy Inquiry

Another Sunday

I think joy is a deep sense of well being.

I lay in bed in bed this morning, feeling the edges of myself under the warm covers. Chickens clucked next door. Sun poured onto the bed. I picked up my …

The Joy Inquiry…So Far

I skipped yesterday. Intentionally. I wanted to see what would happen.

You see I was describing my experiment to two dear friends. “I’m trying to discover and use different neural pathways around writing. Over so many years of deadlines and …

This Thing Called Joy

I told some dear friends yesterday about my inquiry into joy and one of them asked, “You want to be more joyful?”

No. That’s not it exactly.

I love it when the incorrect reflection of something I’ve said asks me …

And so

the week begins.
a scarlet sunrise under dark lavender clouds
inside, I question every word I tap out
whywhywhywhywhy
shhhhhh…breath
one after another
loosens the clutch-y feeling
I think about the diabolical idiocy of being human
able to notice a …

Sundays

I used to hate Sunday. It was the day before school began. It was day before the mouse trap snapped. It was the day before hum-drum routines took us down. Sundays made me feel sad and nervous.

Friday was my …