Some weeks there is nothing, as far as Joy is concerned – well almost nothing. I still have to get used to the idea that waking up in the morning should be an act of pure Joy. The last week of February, for example, was the week from Hell. However, I must have found some […]
….what is there about tragedy, misery and general dismay that makes us start to “sort things out?” I know everyone has their preferred method of dealing with s**t. Please fill me in. I need more “ammo” for the arsenal of handling a**holes. Generally, I cope with the nastiness life throws at me, by burying myself
OK, I will write about Joy next Sunday, because I know it will ultimately be a Joyful week. In the meantime, I have to add to the balance. For every spoonful of Joy there is a tablespoon of misery. Today: 1. My website developed an error – Well, some Malware idiot tampered with the code
My Joy this week has to be in finding this tiny Snowdrop, at the edge of the driveway, in bloom. OK, I have lots of Snowdrops scattered throughout the garden. Not one of them is even close to emerging. However, this one Snowdrop, precariously placed just inches from the cars that park in the driveway,
Our writing word for our writing challenge this time is “thinking.” Well, I have just spent several hours online trying to find a collection of books by Edward de Bono. He is the authority on thinking, especially creative thinking. I once had a good selection of his 70 odd books, but only two have survived
…This was a week of complications. I had to find Joy in the uncomplicated or in the unravelling of the complicated. Here’s how it went…. 1. I tried to set up an account with a money transferring service only to find that I couldn’t connect my phone to my wifi at work – lost password.
In one of my posts, I did an exercise from a book, Lateral Thinking, by Edward de Bono. It’s a process by which you pick a random word and use it to solve a problem. My problem was the Winter “blahs” and my word was caruncle – an extraneous growth. The exercise is usually done
I’ve made it through January. This in itself is a distillation of pure Joy! Someone posted a poem on FB about the days of the month. It was a parody on the old “Thirty days hath September.” They managed to incorporate all the months and their respective days except for January, which the poet noted
