|A Trip to Joy|
|"More joy, less oy!"|
A Day At Darrow
Where We Ought To Be
|Marc Chagall's "Cemetery Gates"|
Marc Chagall's painting of cemetery gates, an interesting choice and one my grandson said he liked. Me too, I told him. Bingo, there it was: Communication +Connection= Joy! A simple but profound gift.
A Place Just Right
|Watercolor water studies at art reception|
|Black & white sketches in progress at art reception|
An Unexpected Joy
What, you may ask, is a bathroom sink doing in a meditative piece on simple gifts? It's not the sink, it's the flowers, fresh flowers in a vase in the ladies' room at the Baltimore airport. Forgive me if I'm corny, but I found this unexpected sweetness to be a true joy for a weary traveler. Yes, Baltimore is having it's trials and tribulations and we all hope the day will come soon when racial and other strife will subside. Meanwhile, to find this light touch of beauty was a most appreciated wonder. And that's not all. At the Albany airport we found a small, artfully constructed meditation room available for stressed passengers, tucked away discreetly by the gate where we waited to change planes. So sweet, so appreciated. Joy often comes on very soft little feet and if we listen and look, it is there for us to behold and embrace.
|Meditation Room at Albany airport|
We Come Round Right
We're home again and now you may wonder what I discovered from my experiment in finding and creating joy. Just this: That when life that has a few more empty spaces than is often comfortable, that space is filled best with a warmth, a sense of comfort, hope and caring that can only come from the love felt in reaching out and touching those you love and cherish. Telling them that while you miss them, you nevertheless honor their separate and often faraway journey to places you never went and will never be a part of, except in a tangential or momentary way. An early Thanksgiving holiday trip encountering new, unexpected and profoundly kind and thoughtful moments created for me a sense of connection vital to making meaning, which in turn created joy. I count my experiment a roaring success.