Finding Joy

Curling Up With a Good Book: Joy is sinking into the welcoming cocoon of cloud-soft pillows beneath you and opening the weathered, wrinkled spine of your favourite book. The dog eared pages and smudged words bearing the effects of love. It's to allow the beautiful thoughts and dream of another to become your own, to allow them to become the beginning and end of your thoughts, an infinite expanse for you to explore. The words lift from the page and engulf you, blocking out reality. In this moment, the only world that exists is the one that you hold in your hands and that world becomes yours... You venture across a dusty plain, a lone cactus being the only bystander to your escapades. Bulging beneath you, lie the sturdy muscles of the lionhearted stallion you ride, they surge with adrenaline, fighting your control to dust away the cobwebs and regain their former glory. With one, marginal nudge of your golden spurs, you're off. Trigger-gun... Racing across th...

A Beach Walk Joy is the liberation of kicking away the rubber soles of your flip-flops and plunging your feet into the sun-warmed sand. Each grain enveloping your worn feet with a soft caress. It's to implore the curious gazes of the soaring seagulls who rule the skies. These skies veil the blue expanse which pervades your vision, becoming the beginning and end of your thoughts. The rest of the world melts away beneath the heat of the molten sun. Nothing else exists in this perfect moment but the you, the sea and the sun, whose rays delicately dance across the stage of waves, orchestrating a ballet of light. The tutus of foam crest the waves, driving them towards your feet, like a herd of cloud-formed stallions. They trot around your ankles and the hardships of the day sizzle away with the light, bonfire-like crackle of the foam. You feel instantly refreshed... The water carries away your burdens and buries them as a shipwreck be...