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his coat the same brown
as the dust from which he rises


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Holidailies, Day 12: Joy Across the Land

From sea to sea and all across the land/we saw joy joy joy on every hand

I'm not in the mood to make a big heavy post today. Joy to me is a fleeting emotion, something that lifts my heart up and a bright singing feeling that never lasts; but I don't think it's meant to last. I think joy is meant to be ephemeral - one of those things that we feel, relish, and then have to relinquish in order to go back to the day-to-day tasks that make up the bulk of our lives.

I am sure that it is possible to feel joy all the time, but I think that would be as exhausting as being angry all the time (and of that, I know a little of what I speak. I spent a long time angry). And I also think it's okay to not approach changing a diaper or cleaning the toilet or doing the dishes with joy. Which is not to say that feeling or coming to feel joy while doing something mundane is a bad thing; quite the contrary. I just think it's a rare thing; although my moments of joy often come when doing just that - washing the dishes and watching the birds play in the snow outside my window, kneading bread, sitting in peace with a friend, remembering. I don't know that I've ever felt joy in church, oddly enough - but I could be mistaken. It does seem to come upon me at the oddest moments.

The OED defines Joy as "A vivid emotion of pleasure arising from a state of well-being or satisfaction; the feeling or state of being highly pleased or delighted; exultation of spirit; gladness; delight." I like the phrase "Exulataion of spirit:" Exultation is "The action or state of...triumph...[or]...rapturous delight," and, in an excellent example of a recursive definition, exultations is "Shouts of joy; joyful utterances." To feel joy is to be in that moment when one's spirit (soul or self, however one wishes to define the ineffable "I") is raised up and shouts out "I am here and I am glad!"