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FINDING JOY

I recently wrote about losing my joy rock that my friend Kristen gave me when she was visiting this summer. I stopped looking for it, because I had the thought that it would show up again when I started finding joy in my life again.

Also, I have lately been trying to figure out how to bring together my author activities and my metaphysical nurse activities and have it all under one umbrella. I have been following impulses and acting on ideas, some successful, and some, not so much.

joy rock

And then I had the idea to look for it in the small case I keep in my pocketbook that contains my business cards, and there it was! Nestled in between both stacks of cards.

I feel certain that this is a sign! I hope I get the message.

 

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JOY

For many years, I was fortunate enough to be part of a small group of women who practiced yoga together at the home of the instructor

Me and Kristen, photo by Bill Creamer

Me and Kristen, photo by Bill Creamer

(and my good friend) Kristen. We were together at least one day per week and we laughed, cried, supported each other, and cheered each other on to be, on any given day, the best we could be.

Then Kristen moved away. Our group disbanded. We were (and are) very sad about this. After many years of practice with my teacher, I was now a woman without a yoga class.
Recently,  I was blessed to be able to revisit the past.
Kristen came to Maine to visit for 2 weeks and was kind and generous enough to spend 3 of her mornings practicing yoga with us.
She also had a small pouch of stones with her. She asked us each to pull one. I pulled JOY.
Which I loved! And then promptly lost. As I looked through all of my (millions of) bags trying to find it, I realized that this whole episode is a metaphor for my life right now: looking for joy in all the wrong places.
I remembered that at the last Enlightenment Expo, I had a conversation with an Angel Intuitive who told me the Angel of Joy was with me because…wait for it…I didn’t have enough joy  in my life. And that was in APRIL! Note to self: Work harder on this!
Yoga at the Wells Harbor Gazebo was a good start.