More precious and more difficult to experience than the non ordinary. At least this is what I'm learning and repeating to myself daily. I guess this is some kind of a spiritual life - being able to experience this kind of peace. I woke up one morning and looked out and I could see feel every bit of light on every leaf. I felt this irreducible joy at just being. I felt totally in the moment with no thoughts in my head.
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Consequence are those times in our lives where we have to react and process negative joy. It makes us stop, think and question what is joy. This ratio of joy vs consequences is what moves us forward and our ability to process this equation is what makes us human, failable. We don’t always get it right but we also never get it wrong. I’m sure there is an equation or theory that can be derived off this, but it would be useless as it will forever change and be perpetually in its nature. Last week, I was just coming back down from the peak of Cader Idris, Wales cautiously and gingerly as a tired 57 year old should (?) on a beautiful day when a man of a similar vintage (plus or minus) approached me, running up Cader Idris with his dog.
Simplicity and contentment are the keys to joy. My childhood was a nightmare of abuse, neglect and an almost constant sense of uncertainty. I was well into my adulthood before I ever even dared to question that I might be worthy of joy. I had never really known it and the closest I could get to it was a temporary absence of sadness and rage. In my 30's I started therapy and counselling.
You just have to remind yourself to be "still" often. I studied English lit at uni and find books to be a powerful unadulterated source of joy.We read Shakespeare and Chaucer which gave me the courage to read anything and not be intimidated, which can be difficult coming from a working class background. All great art can similarly give pure joy I think but I’ve just gone a bit further and deeper down the literature path. My joy in life has been through discovering music from across the globe since I bought my first second hand 7inch record in the early 80s.
I wish the quest for brighter days didn’t begin with such a dark starting line, but it surely gets easier and easier to see.I have often felt my own responsibility to obtain joy. Mind over matter, power of positive thinking and all that. Though there is much to be said about redirecting thoughts and choosing to move forward, it doesn’t quite lift me up. Functioning again after a loss is an accomplishment, and maybe even a relief.
The thing that roots my joy is the astonishingly stupidly infinitesimal chance of little old me being lucky enough to have conscious experience right now. 13 billion years of random events have all happened exactly perfectly right to give me this chance to be alive and able to experience things. Just thinking that can make me burst out laughing. Not only that but my few score years of life is sat with those 13 billions years before and perhaps 800 billion years of stars after and it's happening RIGHT NOW. I find mine in sponsoring a guide dog puppy in training called Douglas. As a person with a disability, I'm unable to share my life with a dog.
Yet wood is the only reasonably priced building material appropriate for the giant fault line gauging its way right next to it.Assisting the builders in menial tasks has been my strategy to save cash - however I am unsure of its economic value. Nailing weatherboards, punching nails, contract filler, plugging gaps between boards and box corners, silicone, no more gaps, sanding, painting. With time running out and nothing left to do but go hard, I got into the rhythm of doing what I could do. Strangely, I didn’t have that weird, anxious feeling - when you’re not feeling ok because you haven’t completed something your mind thinks it needs to complete.
Which is smiling at dogs, ice cream, PJ's, sending a silly quote or picture to my friends or spending time in my home. Maybe joy is the small things and just being thankful for that and then the massive joyous things will just suddenly appear and you don't have to dream anymore. I work the night shift at a suicide phone line. I do it because I'm good at it, not for any other reason. I hear things that break my heart, that make me angry at the world.
The giraffe has a monkey sitting on its neck, covering its eyes. God I love just carrying that thing around to wherever I want to go sit and read and hearing my girlfriend have a chuckle every time she sees the ridiculous sight of the thing. In my opinion, joy is not a euphoric state or any extreme sensation. It seems to me that I can achieve joy mainly with the help of paying attention. It allows me to notice and perform small gestures, to draw from routine and at the same time by noticing it I can try to break it if necessary.
Joy is everywhere in every small thing. It just takes practice to see it. I know when I work in my garden, hear a bee nearby, see the water from the hose sparkle… yeah it makes me feel happy but the sensation is deeper and constant. I know joy in my garden even when I feel depressed. Sorry for submitting my comment three times.
However, the biggest joy I find in connection. Connecting with someone and having a laugh, an understanding look or a good conversation. Connecting with a dog or a cat and feeling their emotions. There is a joy about connecting with another living being for me that surpasses all else. What an elusive being, often just out of reach to wanting fingertips. She hovers around like a memory when I’m not aware, retreats from my grasp when the monotony of daily life conquers me, and then unequivocally intrudes, in the best way, through her ever-changing vessel.
I have always felt sad that my little brother passed aged just 6yrs. I saved his life once but was unable to a second time. I thought about him everyday of my life from the moment he passed until now. I now know through my partner that he is just as much a mischievous little boy on the other side as he was this side, funny, charming and characteristic. He makes me laugh and smile, and though I'm a hell of a lot older now, he still recognises me, his big sister.
And it is in the wide variety of things that make us distinctly human that I find joy. In particular, I might include riding my bicycle, jumping in the ocean, cooking for friends, wine, the morning crossword puzzle with my wife, reading, definitely reading, and also most definitely coffee. I would definitely have at the very top of my list watching and listening to my baby daughter. But when they do it won’t be as imperfect, it won’t be with wonder, and it will not be difficult for it. It will not bring it the joy that it brings me.
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