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"When you finally realize that Joy is less fireworks, more firefly, less orchestra, more birdsong, she will come back much more often. For Joy will not fight with the fast pace of this life.She is not in the shiny or the new, she breathes in the basic, simmers in the simple, and dances in the daily to and fro.
Joy has been beckoning you for many a year my friend, you are just too busy doing, to see.
The very next time Joy wraps her quiet warmth around you, as the garden embraces your weary body in it's wildness, tip her a nod, she doesn't stay long.
But if you are a gracious host...
Joy comes back."
This lovely poem was sent to me by my sister Monet today. It is in a new book - Growing Brave by Donna Ashworth.
Here's to Joy, may you know her well.
