I was always taught that joy is distinct from happiness. That happiness is dependent on circumstances, while joy is something deeper, something even learned and cultivated. It’s less a reaction than a way of being. I’ve spent more time meditating on the concept of joy, having reread the autobiography of CS Lewis called “Surprised by
If I were a color I would be white. But the question is – Am I surface Or am I light? The presence or absence of color? A blank slate – Or waves in need of a prism for sight? Am I everything? Or nothing at all… You can tell me anything, Your thoughts are
I had heard great things about the musical production of Hamilton, but dissuaded from seeing it by sticker shock, I hadn’t experienced what all the fuss was about until the Disney + release during quarantine. Thank you Disney. Because Hamilton is just what we need right now. I wasn’t surprised I loved it, but I
May they talk but never do. Intend the best not follow through. May they feel that their ideals Make them a cut above the rest While in impact and action, Reaction distraction They’re the same. May they fall blindly through The rabbit hole Of endless posts, links, comparisons conspiracies Let it take its toll- On
Long ago, when the world was young, the spirits were presenting themselves before the Great Creator to receive gifts. As the genie presented himself the Creator asked, “And you, genie, what would have Me give you?” The genie answered, “O, Great Creator, I love the people you have made. I would like to make them
