Tag: Joy
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Paczki Day- YUM!
(Pronounced puhnch-kee) ( Polish donut) Approaching the side door with my final steps from school, the sweet aroma of homemade fried dough mixed with cinnamon and sugar and the tartness of raspberry jelly inhales into my senses- a smile spreads across my face as my stomach rumbles with joy, IT’S PACZKI DAY! My mom had…
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Rejoicing in Your Return
Gloomy, monotonous blanket of gray dissolves its COVER lightness and brightness bubble within ME triggered by the return of glowing energy IN our days- oh glorious SUNSHINE! 51 days of gray! That was the statistic shared by our local weatherman the other day. I guess that would be the reason that so many of us…
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Found Joy in Walking Backwards
Watching the young students in my school walk down the hall this morning, I noticed that many of them like to walk backwards. They are taking backwards steps with their heads cranked sideways so they won’t bump into things. ” Why?” I wondered. Walking backwards is not something we often do as adults. So I asked…
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Sweet Dilemmas of a Book Fair
Like a kid in a candy store, I stand at the entrance of the book fair bouncing on the balls of my feet unsure of where to go first… Do I go to a tried and true favorite- an often visited bookstore’s booth? Do I go with the trending treat and join the snaking line…
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My Soles, My Soul
My favorite shoes areNOTshoes at allbutthe soles of my feetthat have carried me throughlifethus far. These soles greetHELLOto Mother Earth aswaves have lapped,sand has caked,grass has tickled,pebbles have poked,earth hastoughened. These solesCONDUCTearth’s magnetism, elements, vitaminsinto my bodyproducingbalance,peace,vitality. These soles areFOUNDATIONof strengthas I strikeWarrior 2,Dancer,Treeawakening my inner power tomeet,breathe,engagechallenges. These soleswith all theirtenderness,callouses,scarsareMY SOUL-truly just me.
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All that a Tree Offered Me
Nestling between two large tree roots, I lean into the supportive trunk as sunlight dances through the leaves illuminating my closed eyelids with passes of lightness. My heart rate slows to match the living pulse of the tree as its energy transmits to my soul relaxing, releasing and replenishing me. Being wrapped in the coziness…
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Old-Fashioned Mail Joy
Joy over a bright green envelope piled in daily mail addressed in tipsy cursive letters indicating it is more than junk recognizing the black loops, slants and dots as a dear old friend’s identifiable, treasured scrawl ripping open the envelope to eagerly read life’s news Going to the mailbox yesterday, I had this small gift…
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Remembering the Gift of Morning
Each awakening, one deep inhale is filling my body with a newness, a readiness, a gift of freshness to welcome the new day. No lugging of worries or doubt, hanging over from turbulent slumber. Mysteriously whisked away placed into a releasing exhale in molecules fading into the heavens. Your mind influences your waking body’s perception…
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Little Gift of Joy
Wispy green labyrinth Tiny yellow flower blooms Little gift of joy While doing yoga in my backyard this morning, I arched up into Cobra pose and my eyes were at the perfect level to notice a small yellow flower. It was being overtaken by the long blades of grass that desperately need to be cut.…
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Transformative Transportation
Kicking my leg over my seat, Placing my foot on the pedal, Pushing off, Pedaling away, Rolling down the street… cool morning air freshens my lungs, sunbeams illuminate the flowering dogwood trees, lilac perfume wafts on the breeze, dogs bark “Good Morning”, Pulling into my school’s driveway, Parking my bike, Locking it on the rack,…
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