Today I Woke up and Felt Joy in My House

And so I'm taking a break from all the scary drama

I’m not sure why I was gifted this morning with an infusion of Joy. Maybe it was my delicious new organic mattress that I finally splurged on. My friend had assured me that I’d feel like I was sleeping on a cloud. She was right. :)

And, maybe sleeping on new cozy flannel sheets adorned with White Pine and Chickadees ramped up the Joy meter.

The sun is setting around 4:00 p.m. now where I live in the Northeastern US, and rising around 7:00 a.m. While this is depressing and disconcerting to many, I revel in it. I’ve been good about turning off screens in the evening, lighting candles, and then heading up to bed by 8-8:30. I’ve been sleeping like a baby for ten hours and oh, what a Joy that is.

I’ve also been starting my mornings stepping outside with the sunrise, bare feet on the cold ground. I’ve gotten used to it and my feet let me know when they’ve had enough.

This morning, standing out there, I glanced down and saw that the sunlight on the frosty ground was making what looked like a million little multi-colored twinkle lights. I was mesmerized and ran inside to try and take a photo but the Magic wasn’t having it and instructed me to put my phone back where it belonged. And turned off. Evidently, they were there only for me, and not my camera.

I stood looking at the sparkles, at the blue chemtrail-free sky, at the mountains, and Atwood Brook, which snakes around the marshy land of the Nature Preserve across the road. She changes shape, every single morning, especially after a hard rain.

A bird I didn’t recognize was calling. I’m sure it wasn’t a Chickadee. They must be all gone. But, wouldn’t that have added to the Magic? And the Joy?

Eventually, my feet declared “enough!” and so I went back inside. I started to check my email and saw a barrage of doom-and-gloom articles on Substack, waiting for my attention.

I am not one to bury my head in the sand (you probably noticed I couldn’t help making a chemtrail reference already). I see what’s already happening and what’s looming ahead. I like to stay informed and know what my options are.

Just not today.

Today, I will cling to this feeling of Joy in my house like I would cling to a life raft. We need days like this to fill our well. To strengthen us. To clear our energy field. To cleanse the negativity and the fear and the uncertainty.

I clicked off my email and will leave it for another time. Today, I decided, would be spent on simple things.

I went outside and chopped wood for my wood stove. It’s one of my favorite things to do since moving to the country.

I went into the woods to collect kindling. Sticks and pieces of fallen Birch, which makes the best fire starter.

And then, I came in to write to you. Determined to make this short but hopefully sweet. Maybe you will feel some of my Joy and make it your own.

In fact, I’m going to close my eyes and send you some Joy from my Little House to yours. Can you feel it?

I’m having a Pollyanna day, in case you haven’t noticed. I hope you can take one when you need to, as well.

And now, to ramp my Joy meter up even more, I’m going to meet my friend’s new puppy!

Gracie Lynn

Much Love and Joy,
Barbara