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As I approached the mystical line I knelt down to discover that it was a snail trail and off to the side was the small shelled creature trying to make its way to the grass and garden just beyond. This moment was almost 20 years ago and I remember thinking why was this magical glistening beauty presented in my path? Why was I asked to stop, to take a moment? It was a nudge to slow down and find the extraordinary in the ordinary.
The tiny wild bees in the garden, the foul smell of apples rotting on the compost pile, the wet grass underneath my naked feet, the swallows vintage handbags melbourne gathering outside right now to head south, and to dive into this never-ending everlasting cycles that move us. Joy is connected to awe, joy is connected to gratitude, joy is connected to connection itself. If that doesn't work, Mary Oliver's poems as well as those of Andrea Gibson (whom I love dearly) help, too.

These people have harnessed the human condition and set it down in front of us. They have distilled the very essence of what it all means. And in revelling in the glory of their triumph you will find joy. But don’t be a passive bystander. The world is yours just as much as it is theirs. It doesn’t have to be the fucking Pieta; it just has to be yours.
Music and poetry strike a particular joyful chord in my sense of being, and so I dance with them, loved ones and strangers who become loved ones. Joy finds you.It is always there waiting, to be noticed, to be felt, to be seen.And then it joins us in moments, and we dance and sing and laugh ... Revelling.And then it is gone, and we question ourselves and look all around. Again.And so I find joy when I am open enough to let it in.Most often it is walking in the park with my dogs in the early dark of morning. Before even the Kookaburras.Or enveloped in the salty ocean, my load shared, stroking forward and breathing.And then writing, when the words magically flow, and land to stare  back in my wonder.I feel joy when I see other's hearts.

Nobody knows who will win and who will lose, who will triumph or who will fall short, or with what grace each will carry their burden. So yes, there is truly great joy to be had from hitting a tennis ball ‘just so’. My son Isaac died on 30th November 2021. In the time that has passed since he died there hasn't been a great deal of joy. As others who grieve have noted and I've learned myself, it is possible to find a way to live with grief, to go on with that knot of pain inside your chest. There are times when you think you'll never feel normal again, never mind feel joy.
After being a mom, wanting to spend as much time as possible with my kids, meaning having them not spend 8 to 10 hours on a school, plus work and day to day stuff (shopping for groceries etc), I miss the "adult" challenging difficult themed conversations. You present us a raw perspective but always with a positive looking forward spin  that gives me hope for a better future for my kids, as I struggle with the way things are turning. Anyway, I do get a lot of joy from knowing I have the opportunity of reading a new Red Hand Files.
I have had a long, difficult road to follow for the last year as my marriage of 34 years ended, and I didn't want it to. As such losses do, it gave me the brutal, wonderful, and inescapable task of confronting fears, looking hard at what matters, learning to see sky through pain, and accept love, support, and wisdom from where it is offered. And to be astounded at how kind people are.

I think all people who live in the country to a degree become attuned to it. You notice changes in the landscape the same way you do your own fingernails growing. The more I withdrew from the outside world, for my own sanity more than anything, the more I stepped into the natural world. It wasn’t very conscious at the beginning. When you have to move from one place you must move into another after all. I know which bushes will sprout leaves first.
Even when we are distant, all of us, no one can rule out the possibility that we might one day meet, and share a beautiful moment. And even if that does not happen, no one can rule out the possibility that we might end up being meaningful in someone’s life through some indirect channel. In fact, I’ve come to believe that this latter possibility is very, very close to certainty. That there so many routes for this meaningfulness to take only adds to the wonder and/or enchantment of it. Just read my book, The Art of Joy.

I agree that joy does not seem to always befall us, rather it feels like something that one has to put a little effort into- at least after a certain point in life, after a certain breadth of experience. I find myself concentrating, slightly, to take in my surroundings; the dogs, the rain on the window, the taste of my coffee. And it can be hard to sustain this appreciation for more than moments, but the more I stretch that muscle in my mind the more open I continue to be to inviting a sense of joy into the most mundane things. Other times, joy does strike at me from an entirely exterior source. An unexpected gesture from my partner, a great joke delivered impeccably as ever by my little sister, or the fruits of an old achievement coming through right on time. I think we all crave, anticipate, and in a kind of way enslave ourselves to joy.
It's not that I don't experience joy now. It's just different and fleeting. I feel like I have to plan the joy when, in reflection, the most joy I have is when it isn't planned; it's a spontaneous moment that I least expect. Hearing a song by an unknown artist that affects me in ways I haven't been in a while. Taking a nap on a screened-in porch with a cool breeze.

These simple messages bring me joy and reminds me, I'm so lucky to have this person in my life who loves me like a brother and expects nothing in return.Last night making love to my wife, who is just the greatest person. After nearly 25 years together and 17 years of marriage I feel blessed to have this lady in my life and love her more than ever and just so happy that she loves me, still. To be honest, Nick, I struggle with joy. It is a powerful, vibrant, empowering feeling, yet also feeble and fleeting - it passes suddenly, as if blown away by a light breeze. So answering your question, I need to take this into account.An easy answer would be that I find much joy in sharing music that seem to touch people on a deeper level.
Surrounded by such heart wrenching sadness, the smallest things give me joy. A beautiful afternoon in my back garden, a cup of coffee the perfect temperature on a cold morning, a gentle evening with my husband, not talking about much and just enjoying the evening, I find it in being present in my life and noticing the gifts. Weirdly, when things are going well, joy is more elusive. I find joy in the eyes of my daughter, in her touch and her laughs.
Sometimes it appears when you empty out your mind of thoughts and constructs. When it does appear , beckon it with your best smile. I take my inspiration from the traditional Japanese way of achieving joy by taking pride and fulfilment from a small thing done to the best of my ability. Working towards perfection in increments whilst never truly reaching that pinnacle. At the moment I experience true joy with a perfect shot whilst playing Petanque. It doesn't happen often but when it does....