Joy…as an adult, joy has been elusive for me. I’ve been happy and content, but rarely have I had feelings of pure joy.
Today as I sat by a waterfall, I had a spontaneous childhood memory of joy. A full body memory that completely overtook me.
I closed my eyes, and traveled back to a time when parents didn’t worry much about safety. My 9-year-old self swam out to where my feet no longer touched the bottom of Lake Michigan in pursuit of giant waves to carry me back to shore. I took a deep breath, and let the waves lift me. I surrendered to a feeling of pure enchantment as the waves threw me back on the beach, over and over.
In my memory, I could feel the free flowing, timeless, unabashed joy coursing through my body.
Pure embodied joy…that’s what I’m seeking.
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