The blog will pick a word of the week, to share & explore the selected word. Here’s an expression for the word – joie de vivre (French).
Not every dawn arrives with trumpets
Nor every joy wears gold
Sometimes, it is the kettle’s quiet song
The cool side of a pillow
A breeze that remembers our name.
It is the courage to greet an ordinary morning
As though it were a rare invitation
To gather light from cracked pavements
And fun from the unfinished days.
Joy is not blind to sorrow
It walks beside it
Offering a wildflower to the rain
Teaching heavy hearts
The patient value of love.
Dance when the music is distant
Smile before the reasons appear
Let wonder interrupt our plans
And let the gratitude linger.
Let our spirit wander, bright and free
Collecting miracles too small to name
The art of living blooms most gently
A grateful heart sets every hour aflame.
We choose delight not because the days are kind
But, because light is stubborn in the dark
It lingers in the corners of the mind
A soulful, faithful little spark.
For life is not measured
By the storms we survive alone
But, by the moments we dare to savour
The shared bread, the open sky
The hand that reaches sweetly for ours.
And, when evening folds the day away
May our spirit still whisper
Not that the world was perfect
But, that it was beautifully, gloriously alive
And that we were alive within it.
Deeply cherish the ordinary moments:
The first sip of morning coffee
A dog’s unrestrained welcome
The chorus of birds
That ask for nothing in return.
Raise our glass to missed trains that led to unforgettable destinations.
To a giggle that arrived in the middle of tears.
Raise it to the impossible strength
Of beginning again, to the certainty
That tomorrow has never once
Arrived without peace or possibility.
Count the times our breath caught the mountain’s mist.
Count the strangers, who became stories.
Live graciously that our memories outnumber our regrets.
And our heartfelt laughter
Becomes the language
Others remember us by.
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