Move Slow: Joy Work Poetry
Move Slow Joy Work Poetry Move slow Let the light unfurl around you Its slow curl wrapping the morning Like a child’s finger around this day Listen deeply Embrace each birdsong into your ear One note cascading into another Like
Foraging: a Joy Seed Practice
Foraging A Joy Seed Practice My poor spouse always loses me in the summer during our walks. We'll be going along a little path and then I disappear - lost to the woods, rambling around, trying to reach something that
Morning Resilience: Joy Work Poetry
Morning Resilience Joy Work Poetry Wrap me in the morning lightBurrow it down between my toesSlather my elbows in ease and Rest warmly along my spineKiss me with a soft, cool breezePlay in my eyelashesNestle in the hairs along my armsSweep
Resilience: a Joy Work Practice
Resilience A Joy Work Practice Resilience sounds like work. It sounds painful and daunting. It certainly doesn’t sound like any fun. It sounds necessary, like flossing, but exhausting - something that would be avoided if at all possible. But here’s what
Stillness: Joy Work Poetry
Stillness Joy Work Poetry Can you find the stillness in the hum? The small space between the words, the banter, the music Where do you find your spaces for thought, processing, planning - for gratitude? The empty alleyways The blue
Joy Buddies: a Joy Seed Practice
Joy Buddies A Joy Seed Practice “You can’t resist puddles, Mama.” He’s right. I really can’t. I see them and I have to jump in them. I blame my youngest sister. She is my puddle-jumping instigator. We would go out
On the Edge of a New Normal: Joy Work Poetry
On the Edge of a New Normal Joy Work Poetry Sitting on the edge of a new normal A tottering quiet space left As an old way has walked out the door The new way sits beside me We stare
Color Play: a Joy Seed Practice
Color Play A Joy Seed Practice Color is one of my Joy Seeds. Seeking color in the world helps me notice the present and practice grounding. Sometimes it’s color in nature - seeking out variations and hues and trying to
Change
Change Joy Work Poetry I used to think change looked like a fireTerrible, fierceSliding down mountains like an avalancheDestroying everything in its pathThen I thought change was like the moonSlow, shiftingWithout start or endConstantly present and persistentLately, I savor change
Tree Spot: a Joy Seed Ritual
Tree Spot A Joy Seed Ritual This tree is one of my Joy Seeds. I try to park in front of it whenever I work at the office. The first time I parked in front of it was when I