My Joy

by Devorah

Peppermint chocolate, spicy manioc chips, a journal that opens flat, black pens that don't smear... But really working on permission, that's happening in the realm of enjoying the price of victory. It seems so counter-culture, counter-compassion, counter-peace, etc, and yet one of my deepest thrills develops when I ponder the weight that establishes deep significance.

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to enjoying your joy.