Joy feels elusive lately. But I spy bloomsOn the cactus, just in time for Thanksgiving.Yes, Just in time to mendOur aching hearts, Yearning for light on these dim late-autumn days. Joy says,Open up, unfold, hold your head high.You only lose when you give in to the darkness. Looking for more words about books, motherhood, life as a geriatric millennial, and finding beauty in sacred/ordinary things? Subscribe to … Continue reading JOY