I was thinking about things that made me happy as a kid (a new box of crayons, a pile of sand, that page on the right side of a notebook that was fresh and flat and ready for anything…) and I was wondering about why those things made me feel so good and how I’m sure I would respond similarly even now just because I would feel that twinge of nostalgia.
I’m sitting in a sun room. It is sunny outside. I can hear birds. See green sprouting everywhere and feel joy as an extension for a sense of gratitude that lies at its foundation.
Is joy and gratitude a part of the same thing? Do you need one to have the other?
PS; Googling Pure Joy pics might be one of the best ways to start a day