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Diana Joy


We have four distinct seasons here in the pine forest. It is three weeks until spring. The transition from winter to spring is not a pleasant one. As the ice and snow melt, everything turns to water and mud, mud, and more mud. Creeks and rivers rise with the melt and ice break-up creates jams and flooding. The point being that change is rarely easy even if the results of the change are both good and necessary. I look forward to getting past the ugly start of spring and into the spectacular main event. Already I am dreaming of my garden and the thousands of wild flowers in the field by the lake. Some changes, like the seasons, happen to us. Others we can create for ourselves. Don't get stuck in the mud. Create the changes you want or need in your life.

Peace, love, and joy.

Diana Joy


I choose to focus on what is right with this world rather than what is wrong. There are a whole lot of both, the good and the bad, and a whole bunch more of just "is". I choose to love rather than hate, accept rather than reject, support rather than put down, try rather than give up, and carry kindness in my heart everyday. I will write and dance and sing and play and laugh, and cry when I need to.

Peace, love, and joy,

Diana

Diana Joy


The equinoxes are nice, heralding the ebb of Fall and the flow of Spring. The summer solstice is fine, marking the longest daylight of the year. However, it is winter solstice that is really special to me. I love winter. I love snow. We don't have any of it here right now. Well, just a few small smatterings of left over from a wet flurry a while ago. The yoga teacher's kids are freaking out because they have never seen a green Christmas and the old-timers say they have only ever seen two here in their lives. So, as I look at the green in my back yard that should be white, I prepare to welcome the lengthening light. This change seems to me to be the ideal time to reflect on the current year and contemplate the possibilities of the coming one. It seems to me that 2018 has passed faster than any other year of my life. Maybe this is because the older I get, the less time I have left in this marvelous world. So, one must make the most of every day, every opportunity. Love, laugh, kiss, dance, and write, write, write! Write the right and the wrong, the poem and the song, a love letter, a card, an obituary and a birth announcement. Write your story, dear reader.

Peace, love, and joy

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