Joy
Succumb to warmth in the heart; Where divine fire glows John O’Donohue, from Axiom for Wildness In the yoga sutras, Joy, when it comes, is always unexpected, a surprising gift from God. We cannot manufacture our own Joy which unlike happiness is unbounded to outer circumstances. Joy, like sunlight filtering through the tree canopy, becomes known to us in the darkness. And comes to us through our soft tender hearts, the same door as grief and sorrow. Joy walks hand in hand with sorrow. I found myself filled with Joy on a recent walk in the forest, the colors in the field turning, the pond dark and still. In the next moment I am weeping for the sweetness of this moment that will surely pass, for all that I love that is passing. I think of my mother who I call everyday just to hear her voice, my groundnote, and wonder what I will do when she is gone and I can no longer hear her voice. And I am filled with the Joy of t...