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  • Writer's pictureasj
    • Nov 30, 2020
    • 1 min read

seasons of joy




A wise friend in their leadership reminded me that true joy is heavy, part of the truth of grief. Especially in the US, we live in a system that tries to sell joy - a plastic, lightweight, incomplete, unsubstantial product.


But I know a joy that's complete - joy that has been challenged and perseveres, joy that keeps going. Joy that is our nature, joy that *is* nature.


This tree also reminds me, every season.

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