For me, affirmations are work. I find them to be flat,dried out,stale,obtuse,clouded and stingy to the mind, and that is where they live.
I think gratitude is a distant cousin of forced happiness, neither of which hang around when bad stuff happens and both of which are concepts that reside in the mind.
For me, joy dots have been and continue to be,
fun
they make my heart race for a split second of a split second
joy dots slice through a heavy, like hurricane wind through a willow
joy dots dance on the face of time, a moment set apart, in which eternity winks at me
joy dots are a gift from my soul to myself, an invitation to feel again
joy dots trick my eyes to fix upon them, then immediately offer up a feeling to render sweet
joy dots wake- up the washed out weight of fear, so pleasure can get a foot-hold, deep in my heart
joy dots remind me that I am not dead, poking me, poking me, poke, poke, poke
joy dots knock on the windows of my mind but they can only enter through my chest
joy dots can place me momentarily side by side with my deceased Grandmother, I can feel her strength and I can smell her Sunday perfume
joy dots play face to face with despair, I can't see it but I can feel it, in the way a raindrop disappears itself into the smooth of the ocean wet
joy dots do not cancel pain, they just allow me to dance around it, or with it, like a good friend has come to visit and we embrace to touch
joy dots are almost always, always, the way out of my mind and into my subtle whisper dance with God
joy dots ask for nothing in exchange for the gift of feel, yet I suppose they leave a blue stamp on my brain flesh,
indicating a feeling or two have passed through here today
and the pathway remains
unobstructed
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