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I’ve got Joy, Joy, Joy…down in my heart. Where? Down in my heart.

Joe, Frank and talking louder

Or was it Joy, Fun and Laughter?

I am more uncertain today then I ever was before. While I know many things and can solve any puzzle, I still know very little of the many mysteries of Life. While uncertain of many things, I attempt at spelling joy out to you.

Bearing witness to many misfortunes of my own life, many others and great worldly troubles, also noting joyous of melodies which surface within a decaying mushroom, or a miraculous rainbow sun, I always return back to joy in my heart.

Growing up a very mischievous boy, trying to understand the source of what makes others tick. As for my source of energy it was always a natural ‘high on life.’

Mischief led to trouble, harm or personal injury…which led to awareness of an innate ability to heal. Age led to slower pace, less injuries and finer approach to this Canvas of Life (I am still uncertain about the slower pace but have a more deliberate approach to everything? — TBD).

Finding joy in the simplest of things, such as hummingbirds taking a drink, a squirrels stealing my nuts or just observing natural rise and fall of sun and moon. The greatest joy witnessing another come to an ‘aha’ moment, epiphany on life or redirecting thoughts and steps towards the light.

While I enjoy riding a bike, going for a swim, scuba diving or enjoying a deep conversation with another, I return back to song. Singing Great Mysteries gifted tune, tapping to a new drumming beat of pileated woodpeckers, dancing to vibratory melody, most of all bringing different perspective to the day to day.

Who am I kidding I am a thrill seeker at heart! I mean, who doesn’t run into the eye of a storm just to feel the raw power of nature?!

Back to the ‘slower pace of life reference’ (see above), I feel very conscious of my words. Speaking less and listening more. At the same time lost patience for small talk and feel it is unnecessary. Maybe because I can usually tell being near someone if we need to discuss or share a moment. If not, I am not attached to having to do anything. Like a chameleon sitting on varying colors, I am tuning in. More blunt, less filters, spoke truth can be expected. Sadly, many are not strong enough for truth spoken words. *Sigh

If I am wrong, admittedly I choose another truth. Thank you.

I ponder the laughter part. As with crying, I do not laugh nearly as much as I’d like to. To be in spirit-filled vibratory thought or natural flow, is to allow natural flow of cleansing tears or allowing good belly laughs to emerge. Truth is I wish I could say I was happy all the time…but it is not the case. Surrounded on a daily basis with suffering, it is natural to feel others pain and suffering. But…big butt and all…I can, when appropriate, change the tune to bringing joy to another.

Whether telling a ridiculous story of past, present or future, I bring myself into a story of sorts to shake things up just enough to crack a smile or get pondering looks in another. Wait…this is my greatest Joy!

Who am I kidding…I love everything…and learning to Love even more.

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