A woman I have never met posts a picture with her fingers dipped in gold dust. In a vintage shop, I see a very tiny porcelain bunny. I cannot take it home but I name her Sai.
The sun rises burning. Somewhere in Indiana, a hedgehog gets a haircut, and I watch it live.
My boyfriend wears a pinky ring, slim and silver, and I spin it when we talk. He never stops me, not in this, not when I say there is something I want to do with my life. Even if it is a really silly something.
My gnome home is a really silly something. I sit outside on a hot sidewalk, and my street bustles by. A child walks past me. Seeing the gnome home, he shouts in excitement.
“Magic, I knew there was magic!”
Magic.
I know there is magic.
I never stop looking for it. I pretend I can make it. My fingers tap across a keyboard and it crackles like sorcery.
The sun sets rusted.
On stage, a woman stands up and plays a trumpet– slow and low, like she’s calling the stars down to light this alleyway. In some other city, they would find a way to park a car here, and I say grace, quick and easy, and the night lights echo it.
Later the curry is a deep satisfying red. It snaps on the tongue like it’s casting a spell. It tastes like I know where home is.
I close my eyes and my body holies.
I rest blessed.
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(I cried a lot today, so I wanted to write about joy.)
rarasaur 
beautiful and tender 💕
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Thank you, Ka. 🙂
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I think it’s wonderful how you can look for, then find and create joy after the tears. Beautiful.
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It’s as important as the crying, I think 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, ❤ ❤
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Your words make magic.
Beautiful magic.
Thank you 💚
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That’s very sweet of you to say. Much love, Lizzi. ❤
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And to you 💚💚💚
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Thud…. For the joy and the tears.
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Thud ❤ We have to figure out a time for you to meet this guy. 🙂
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We just need a plan. And for me to sit still long enough to come up with that plan.
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Ha! Plans are hard. 🙂
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Truth.
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I cried today too. Thanks for writing about joy. You are magic. ❤
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I’m sorry you cried, but I hope it was restorative. You are magic, tooo. 🙂
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I love your gnome home and all its colorful flowers!
I’m so sorry you cried a lot that day. 😦 *hugs* ❤
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Thank you! This was last year… the gnome home is currently rocking a fall look– but I love that picture best.
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It’s adorable. 🙂
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Thank you very much for this insightful and uplifting post! I really enjoyed reading it and hearing your thoughts! I have recently published an article on my blog about why I love joy, and it’s positive impact in the world. If you have time, it would be great if you could check out my post as I would be interested to hear your thoughts! Thanks 🙂
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I knocked, but there was gnome home… 😊
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😂
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