I used to equate joy with happiness. I believed joy was a feeling I could master — a tangible something that I could just reach out and grasp if everything would just go my way. I thought that being joyful was laughing with arms stretched wide, running free and singing about the hills being alive. […]Read More choosing joy in the new year
The view from my living room window. Fall’s warm-hued leaves bravely holding onto the trees, fighting against a heavy early snow. The sleepy sun rising from an autumn slumber, yawning and stretching its arms, embracing the trees, whispering, wake up. But the leaves, they’re tired. The weight of the world is too heavy. They f […]Read More which season of life are you in?