Defining joy is an interesting task. Words that express my experience: feeling most fully alive.
This can happen in many ways.
Feeling the warmth on my skin on a sunny day; singing at the top of my lungs to an oldie but a goodie that divinely hit the airwaves; rushing down a mountain over packed snow while taking in the breathless scenery; performing; connecting deeply with someone be it over coffee with a dear friend, or on the streets of a bustling city while sharing a meal with a new friend; quietly discovering a beautiful new landscape while hiking.
My joy is simply loving a moment that awakens my spirit. It’s being in the moment, being present, saying yes to the reality at hand. And in those moments of being alone, joy is knowing that I CAN be and enjoy it.