my joy has come, i dance and jump and run outside... the street glistens, the raindrops shine in the streetlight... i take a walk, i jump in puddles, i spin and squeal (i gather spectators)... mostly, i rejoice. my wet hair and soggy pants are prized trophies on this day... and i am reconciled with sounds i have missed- cars driving through puddles, rainspouts dripping their excess, and a low rumble of thunder. it is a glorious day!
and a little more joy:
i will not play at tug o' war
i'd rather play at hug o' war
where everone hugs
instead of tugs,
where everyone giggles
and rolls on the rug,
where everyone kisses,
and everyone grins,
and everyone cuddles,
and everyone wins.
-shel silverstein, hug o' war

1 comment:

Christa said...

You fill me with such amazing joy. Thank you for being so unselfish and clearheaded. You are truly a purifying breath of fresh air. I love you so much.