Music can uplift, put a bounce in a person’s step, literally it can take you to another place and time. What is your favorite music to dance to? To sing to? To hang with you in uncertainty? Music send us to another place and time or it might motivate us.to get up off our feet and dance or set our toes to tapping.
How can we see ourselves and maybe others with fresh eyes? How might we grow into new ways of being and doing? Earlier this year I began to play with the idea of calling myself The Bad Ass. At that point in time I was doing some solo play … it brought perspective. No one else was aware, and I found this new name game intriguing. Being The Bad Ass allowed me to play with who I was and the different ways I might approach various situations.
There is no one way to cultivate a practice. I hesitate to dissect, analyze or take too deep a dive into the attributes of a practice because when we tear something apart looking to see what “it” is, we may end up understanding more about the parts and less about the whole.
What might the letters J-O-Y stand for? How about: J – JAM. Because joy is often very personal. What’s the jam that gets your joy rockin’? …
Where we place our focus matters. It has been wonderful having joy as a focus during the month of March. Some years back I was working in a professional setting and was asked not to use the word magic. I would have preferred not to be censored, but in that moment, I said okay, I’d do my best.
Maybe we don’t need to define joy, may we just need to be on the lookout for it and find it wherever we happen to be? Can it be found waiting in a long line at the grocery store at the end of a difficult day when we’re tired?
A little over a week ago I realized there were ants in the house. Because of this life changed. … And while I was pondering how I might make my own joy…
t’s funny how often we notice what’s wrong? what’s missing? our dissatisfaction with one thing or another? But how often do we notice, reflect upon, and/or savor the joy?
What is IT that’s in the way? Can you remove IT? Leave IT alone? Take IT out with the trash? Is IT important?
What kind of fence or boundary have we for those private thoughts, that space of our own? Where do our spaces begin, end and intersect? … Where are the boundaries? What fences or walls will we take down? Put up? Crawl over? Ignore?
