Tag: joy

It Comes Around

It Comes Around

Carried Forth 
There is no beginning.
There is no end.
It all comes back,
To circle around.
Spiral us up,
Or knock us down.
It all happens.
Round and round.
The days will move differently.
We promise you this
When you get a handle
In this little bit.

Joy.

Radiate it out.
Pull it in.
Sparkle for the world.
Shine from your skin.

Only then will the world come around.
Sparkling diamonds.
Love all around.

So if you are feeling down,
Remember,
It all comes around.

The joy will resurface.
The light will emerge.
The dark days do end.
You have our word.

Love and blessings to you. đź’• Carrie 2019

Drunk on Life

Drunk on Life

Carried Forth 
I am drunk on life.
Addicted to laughter.
Magnetized by joy.
Counting my blessings.
Grateful for love, life, and laughter.

I am drunk on life.
Addicted to laughter.
Magnetized by joy.
Counting my blessings.
Grateful for love, life, and laughter.

I am drunk on life.
Addicted to living.
Magnetized by love.
Overflowing with joy.
Grateful for everyone.

I am drunk on life.
Addicted to love.
Magnetized by laughter.
Overflowing with abundance.
Grateful for life.

I am drunk on life!
Join me.

Chasing Happiness

Carried Forth 
The almost elusive happiness is up around the bend.
 I made it there, but wait!
 It rounded the corner again.

 I know, I will speed up! 
Yes, I got it. 
I am sprinting fast.
"Happiness, here I come!"
Happiness speeds past.
 
 Maybe that shiny jet will catch it. 
No.
 Still out of reach. 
Exhausted.
 I give up. 
I go to rest on the beach.

Lying on the sand, wishing the chase was not futile. 
I resigned and gave in. 
 In that moment, I turn to find,

Happiness resting beside me.
 "Sometimes you need to surrender and let go. 
Happiness will find you."

Crow

Carried Forth

Perched on the deck railing. Looking all around. He caws once. Enough to get my attention. My attention captured. He starts his dance. Bouncing up and down on the railing, head bobbing. I can almost hear the music he must be listening to. His feet catch the rhythm; send him jumping all around. Now his head is bobbing, feet are jumping, tail feathers are twitching, and he starts singing. Caws of music. Rhythm all his own. He is joy. He is light. He is music.