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We feel crushed that such a lovely person had to endure such a cruel illness and that our friend has lost the love of his life. Today we choose to feel joy that such a wonderful person was in our lives for a time, joy that our two friends became lovers. Joy can be found in the company and remembrance of the people we love. Despite what many others might think, I don't believe in the simple and momentary happiness of life. I don't believe people when they say one must live in the moment and forget about the future and the past. To be more precise, I don't believe in the linear time we have been told about.
I’ve also tasted acute pain and loss, a taste that doesn’t leave you, but taints your existence - a firebrand burned into flesh. I choose the moment I let that pain overwhelm me, and sometimes I abandon myself to that silent scream of anguish and recall, and after it is over I feel grateful for surviving love and pain and loss and find joy in coming back round for some more. It lives in family dinners with friends, in Christmas parties, in road trips, in long talks over glasses of wine, in seeing how the world has become vintage bag melbourne kinder in the last 30 years.

It's always here, one way or another. Okay, sometimes, she hides in some deep corner of the universe #closet, but most of the time, she's entirely visible and approachable. I consider this a super practical solution to the uttermost complex multidimensional problem. I find it on a hiking trail, in a good cup of tea, in making my partner laugh, in a successful meal with a new recipe, making things grow, in a highly coveted new job, in the pages of a good book, and in meditation. I don't need much, but I do need peace. I let my heart be broken a little every day.
The simple act of creation in any form, when writing, singing, drawing, cooking a favorite dish. The smell of fresh coffee brewing upon the stove well before dawn. The world is often a hard place with harsh words from red faces, rough shoulders, and sharp elbows that can overwhelm even the stoutest heart. But, the simple joys of daily life can get one through the rough bits if the heart cracks open but a little from time to time.

What a joy it is that we can create. Even death (a struggle of mine) lends itself to rebirth. Cultural touchstones like Ying Yang or a Native American custom to be buried in a tree so as to feed it, all lend themselves to this cyclical nature. I find my heart is filled with joy whenever my little dog that I waited over 20 years for greets me at the door.
It's the same now as when I stood there in the past, and will be the same in the future and after I am long gone. That sense and those feelings brings me joy. I too have been blessed with a wonderful life full of ups and downs, but mostly safe, full of adventure, full of experience, and full of amazing people. My experience of Joy is that joy exists all around us. Joy is there, on offer, if you choose to experience and see joy.
Around 10 years or so ago my mood became quite low, and for no particular reason that I could explain. Everything in my life felt like a chore. I struggled with doing the simple things in life, I cut myself off from friends and family and everything felt so bleak. I didn’t really know what to do or where I wanted to be. In a single moment of clarity and what I feel was a saving grace for me was that I found an old packet of flower seeds, and I decided to grow them. I remember thinking that by the time the flowers bloomed I would feel better.

When they see me, they all run towards me. I highly recommend making friends with some chickens. What a mystery and ineffable feeling. Or would joy be a feeling, a state or a dream? For me it would be the way to reconcile past, present and future. Or to stop trying to understand what we do not understand and build our own time.
There was an assumption in the question, that I was happy, and that I was was actively taking steps to reach that state. So to answer your question, I experience joy sleeping in the same bed as my 5 yr old nephew and falling asleep together chatting. Running a community choir and singing harmonies with friends. Sleeping cosy in a swag under the stars on a cold night.

It lurks in small places, such as the cursive this was drafted in. Think of it, a small boy in the '60's learning under the stern gaze of a Catholic nun now watches his thoughts flow effortlessly from the tip of his pen. Sometimes we think of joy being like the Hallelujah Chorus, big and bright, but if you work to appreciate the small joys, you will be more receptive to those joys that pick you up and squeeze your soul. Regardless of my current mood, it is geese. Feeding the geese at the local park, watching as they gather around.
As I’ve grown older I’ve found the most simple of things are what bring me joy. Moments of joy for me entail a complete feeling that blurs out the other senses and shamelessly takes up all the space in my brain. Often something that catches me off guard and makes me forget the hardship that is life sometimes, even when that seems so hard to escape. The unfair thing though, that I have only recently discovered, is that seeing the joy that does exist alongside the sadness and fullness of life, seems to be a privilege reserved for the happy few. It is so much easier to spot when in an elated state.

I suspect the connection I feel with people in my work as a GP is not unlike your connection with people via the Red Hand Files. The opportunity to interact with people at their most authentic - dealing with whatever life has thrown at them and trying to make sense of it all gives me joy. I seem to have lost my way to joy somehow, so thinking on what actually makes me happy is probably a good idea.I like to work with steel and make patterns. I like to work with minds and make patterns.
Then we watched a short doco on the making of Wild God. Maybe in another time or another stage of my life, this would be an unremarkable evening. But being surrounded by your music with someone I have feelings for for an hour, before launching off into the brisk Melbourne night, brought me great joy. I once read that we are all of us conduits through which the divine can experience itself again and again and again. It seems whenever I take the time to either pursue art in some form or enjoy someone else’s, joy meets me there.
Seeing the sun rise during my night shift working in a prison. Beauty shining through the bars brings hope for those struggling inside. Seeing glimmers of my child becoming confident and at peace with the world. My constant worry is silenced briefly. I find immeasurable joy in sharing a smile with a stranger.