Joy seems so subjective. I respond with a sense of joy when I am in an environment, having an experience that nurtures those characteristics that make me who I am, and magnifies all that is good within me. When I experience joy it is because I feel more whole, more wholesome, more at one with all that is beautiful.
I felt joy when I stood on this beach below Heceta Head Lighthouse on the Pacific coast of Oregon. I was a distance away from the trio, but they appear to be a grandmother, son, and grandson having a picnic on a driftwood log. The son is lost in thought as he gazes at the ocean. The grandmother and grandson are gazing at each other, engaged in an interesting conversation.
I feel joy as the experience triggers memories of my grandmother introducing me to a world that is so big and so new and so mysterious. Memories of beaches big and small, the smell of sand and water. Memories of getting lost in quiet moods that allowed my mind to imagine doing great and wonderful things. My joy comes from deep within, where love and memories reside, and wells up brand new as I experience this beach for the first time.
Possibly there are other WordPress bloggers who have captured what you experience joy to be. You can check it out at:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/27/weekly-photo-challenge-joy/
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I love this beautiful photo.
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Thanks, Sue.
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Loved the post! and the shot…lovely!
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Thank you so much, Preeti. Happy New Year.
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upon first viewing the photo – I could relate the calm joy of a beach scene – and liked the driftwood to the right from and just appreciated this nicely captured shot.
But then the words below it seemed to give it new life – and so while at times “a picture alone can speak a thousand words” (and should be presented solo) there are other times when a picture can be enriched with descriptions and stories – and I think this was one of them – by the time I was done reading, I felt some of this joy and could almost hear the whispering waves that this trio soaked up – favorite part:
“I felt joy when I stood on this beach below Heceta Head Lighthouse on the Pacific coast of Oregon. I was a distance away from the trio, but they appear to be a grandmother, son, and grandson having a picnic on a driftwood log. The son is lost in thought as he gazes at the ocean. The grandmother and grandson are gazing at each other, engaged in an interesting conversation”
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Thanks for your very thoughtful comment. I appreciate it a lot.
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I can relate – I love the ocean and the be near it is a joy!
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