I have been silent for nearly two weeks. These have not been the best two weeks.
It’s not worth the paper to go into details. Or maybe despite the fact that I have a small, but loyal group of readers, I don’t want to share the demons that sometimes keep joy at bay.
Joy should be the bedrock of our daily existence – or at least I believe it should be. Sometimes the joy is absent. I honestly don’t know why that happens. It seems by the definition I offered in the first post, joy should not be absent because it should be something so basic and so comforting – even in bad times – that we don’t want to loose track of it.
I don’t know.
I have been taking a meditation class and our instructor has suggested that while we breathe we repeat this over to ourselves: May I be happy, May I be well, May I be at peace.
May you be joyful, may you be well, may you be at peace.