Skipping, Gravity, and Finding Moments of Pure Joy

Mobile: The Bella Donna (33" wide x 18" tall)

On gravity

“But don’t we need it,” asked rabbit.

“Only,” replied fox, “if you want to stay on the ground.”

Thoughts while making

I’ve never seen his feet actually touch the ground, like laughter across a high-desert campfire.

He dances in the air, like Buddy making biscuits with his paws against my chest.

I can see him from my window.

His grandma, bent over, patiently pulling weeds as he skips from one side of the driveway to the other.

I’d guess he’s four,
and I can imagine the kinds of questions he asks, eyes wide, pupils large:

endless
innocent
profound
silly

Yes, definitely silly.

His smile says as much.

It’s electric.
It’s magic.

Yes, definitely magic.

I blink. And he is gone.

Recently, the magnificent @brittle shared a moment from her past:

“When was the last time,” she was asked, “you felt pure joy?”

pausing
reflecting
reviewing

“Right now,” she said.

“Right now,” sun kissing the moment, sealing and delivering it forever.

Right now.

Like the breath you are breathing.

What a gift, to know, that moment,
a golden touchstone,
to remember,
to return to,
feet barely touching the ground,
electric + magic,
like a spark skipping across open water.

When was the last time *you* felt pure joy?