Maison De Haute Couleur
Charvin, Paris Watercolour
on Fabriano paper
8 x 10 inches
Barbara Muir © 2017
would want to use to define 2017. I choose the
word "joy". I know it's not the first time I've picked
that word. Maybe it picks me -- in which case I'm
lucky, and I do feel that way.
Joy (or happiness if you like) is most potent in the
heart of hard times. When you lift your eyes up
out of sorrow and look around, it's there waiting
for you. I think perhaps it's the force of nature
saying -- "Look! Look at me! I'm always here
to make you happy."
These are harsh times in many ways. The news
is brutal. Anxiety is rocketing, and instead of
crawling back under the covers, joy beckons us
to keep going, call a friend, and make our
voices heard, donate, volunteer and join
a vast joyous choir across this beautiful planet.
What do you do to express your joy? Do you paint,
write letters to friends (or politicians), spend time
with family, go for a walk? I'd love to hear your ideas.
Have figuring-out-the-joy day.