In a moment of joy, I am one with the wonder of being alive. Everything in my being fills up and spills over, including my tear ducts. It is an intimate moment, this experience. I am nowhere but present.
Brene Brown says that “joy, collected over time, fuels resilience.” Exactly.
Joy is a new life lens through which to view familiar worldly woes—as well as new ones–and not look away. Resistance to impermanence is a fool’s errand–that I have learned–yet, resistance is like a leitmotif to resilience.
Mine is to resist— and if possible stop–actions that add to pain and suffering anywhere to anyone. It is a peaceful practice, this resistance, for it is learning through joy rather than struggle. Sarah Ban Breathnach urges: “declare out loud to the universe that you are willing to let go of struggle and eager to learn through joy.”
Certainly, I cannot claim eagerness at all times. Like my energy, it sags. Yet, it is in the lowest of the low moments when joy appears most resilient, buoy-like even. It is more than enough, this joy, and my tears spill over as my heart opens.
I cannot imagine joy without tears.