SPRINKLES OF JOY

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Joy is a state of happiness. With everything currently happening in the world – wars, tsunamis, earthquakes…  it feels like conversations are centered more on doom and gloom than on joy. A shift in consciousness can be created by showing up in our lives, and enjoying the simple pleasures our friends, family, community members, and animals have to offer.

I am blessed to live in a neighborhood filled with children. The main group, which I will call the “6 pack”, is constantly in my yard, telling me stories, and sharing their life experiences. They are so innocent, viewing life through kaleidoscopes filled with love, laughter, happiness, richness, beauty, and curiosity. Freedom is their playground. Living in the “now” is their dance. They are my joy teachers, awakening me to my child-like wonder.

Am hoping by sharing some of the “6 pack” stories with you, joy may fill your hearts, as it has filled mine.

Owen, six years old, came to me the other day filled with wonder and fascination. He opened his innocent heart and excitedly blurted out the most astonishing story he had ever heard.  “Miss Pattie, my friend has a Grandma who is 101 years old… AND… she’s still HUMAN!”

Returning from a trip I was greeted by a driveway filled with a collage of colorful chalk art: stick figures of me with wild wiry blue and orange hair, large purple head, and a red gleaming smile; multi-colored messages in various stages of penmanship saying, “We missed you”; and large vibrant wild-flowers whimsically drawn, smile faces bursting from their centers, zigzagging across the concrete.

Just purchasing my new lab puppy created quite a stir in the neighborhood. The doorbell rang constantly, requesting play time with Miss Em. Teaching and training the “6 pack” how to be the Alpha when playing with Em took time and patience. One day, feeling a little under the weather, I had to turn down the gang’s pleas. Disappointed they strutted off down the driveway. What I discovered hours later took me completely by surprise. Strewn across my door mat were bouquets of flowers, probably pulled from the neighbor’s well-groomed gardens, but I wasn’t going to go there. Their little hearts hadn’t focused on their disappointment of not playing with Em, rather their concern for me.

“6 packs” flowers of love

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the number of moments that take our breath away.”

If you have a special story to share, I’d love to share it on my JOY Blog.
pattie@pattiewelekhall.com.

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