Architects of joy
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face into the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
Mary Jean Iron
A common theme of the superhero is an aching desire to live a normal life. They dream of day without powers, fights and dramas … a day where they wake up, go to work, see their friends, cook dinner and go to sleep. To them, normal life is full of treasure.
We take so much for granted, the small delights of our ordinary day. It’s not until years later, looking back, we realise we held all the shards of happiness in our hand. So rarely do they all fit together into one shining moment.
We are the flawed architects of joy, choosing some shards and rejecting others, piecing them together in ill matched and unstable ways. If we stop and pay attention, we might see a new pattern emerging… a natural fit.
This is the challenge; make each ordinary day a treasure. Use only the shards right now in your hand.
Muchness 