Glimmers of Joy

Hello my friends!

One last Happy Thanksgiving to you! I hope that you are enjoying this extended weekend with family and friends.

I received lots of feedback after last week's glimmer post, including this poem that was shared with me by two different people!

Joy

Joy does not arrive with a fanfare,
on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life.

Joy sneaks in, as you pour a cup of coffee,
watching the sun hit your favourite tree, just right.

And you usher joy away,
because you are not ready for it.
Your house is not as it must be,
for such a distinguished guest.

But joy cares nothing for your messy home,
or your bank-balance,
or your waistline, you see.

Joy is supposed to slither through the cracks of your imperfect life,
that’s how joy works.

You cannot invite her, you can only be ready when she appears.

And hug her with meaning,

because in this very moment,

joy chose you.

By: Donna Ashworth

My across-the-street neighbors have erected their giant Santa again. He brings me an abundance of joy each time I walk out the front door. There's a smile on my face every time I look at him.

Giant Santa

I hope to see you on your mat this week. Let's be ready for glimmers of joy.

Love & joy,

Nina G