Everyday we have the choice. To choose joy or to choose something else. I know it's not always so easy.
Recently I ran across these words from E.B. White:
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Be on the lookout for wonder. Be open to beauty, to joy.
Joy might be spotting heart shapes in the melting snow.
It might be delighting in discovering carrots embracing in the fridge when you go to make soup.
Waking up to the song of a cardinal out the window.
Savoring a mug of hot tea.
Jasmine blooming in my studio.
A compliment from a stranger.
Look for wonder.
Search for joy.
And if you're having trouble finding it. Make your own.
I spent some time in my studio this past weekend and it was such a joy to play. Let go of expectations. Let go of outcomes and just enjoy color and paint.
Blues and browns have been calling me lately and ever since I painted the landscape in the 2x2 Sketchbook last week I've been fascinated by painting skies and simple, abstract landscapes. For no other reason than they bring we joy.
It's play. It's experimentation. And it feels good.
It's discovering wonder, again, in paper and paint.
What about you? Are you on the lookout for the presence of wonder?