One Word 365
One Word 365 |
One Word 365 suggests that instead of New Year's Resolutions we choose one word to make the theme of our year, to focus on daily in whatever way encourages an increase in or fulfillment of its essence.
To further such an aim they have provided a kind of social network/support group for those who'd like to give it a try.
I'm thinking of joining and if I do I'm choosing JOY as my word.
For obvious reasons I think. And the pun is fully intended.
JOY because it is the light at the end of the tunnel of depression which has been my struggle for decades.
JOY because it is my name and thus my sense of self, my identity, my life theme, my aspiration.
JOY because, whether having lost myself stole my joy or having lost my joy hid my self from my sight, seeking after either joy or Joy has to be the path toward reclaiming both and I've come to believe I can't have one without the other.
As you might imagine, I've been collecting 'joy' themed things for decades knickknacks, jewelry, art, quotes, songs, movies, crafts, stories, poems...
Assuming I'm about to join this challenge, I'll begin by resharing a poem I wrote about a moment of joy I experienced that happened to be captured on film:
Joy Splashed by Joy Renee |
______________________________________One
_________________________________ spring
_______________________afternoon at Seaside,
__________________Oregon, while walking
_______________barefoot upon damp sand
_____________at the edge of a rising tide,
___________dabbling my toes in timid
________wavelets and kicking liquid
_______diamonds at purple-tongued
_________________________________ spring
_______________________afternoon at Seaside,
__________________Oregon, while walking
_______________barefoot upon damp sand
_____________at the edge of a rising tide,
___________dabbling my toes in timid
________wavelets and kicking liquid
_______diamonds at purple-tongued
______Tia, who distributes them freely
_____with shakes of her shaggy mane,
____I looked up to watch clouds cavorting
___over cyan canyons dodging the tickling
__fingers of shadow and light and gulls performing
_their errant air-ballet upon the fickle breezes. With my
gaze thus engaged, the sea embraced me round my ribs with salty
ecstasy, lifting me for one eternal instant out of the grip of gravity.
ecstasy, lifting me for one eternal instant out of the grip of gravity.
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