I’ve had the most awesome interactions with fellow joy activists
Volunteers who continue to make a remarkable joyful difference in the world – either as Care Clowns or Joy or Laughter Facilitators and it has got me thinking…
REMEMBER when you were little and you didn’t know of anything wrong – you might even have to go back to the womb (science has proven we are smiling in the womb by the way)… REMEMBER your inherit joy – it’s something we were all born with –
the knowing that this life:
it’s ALL beautiful, it’s all in harmony and it’s all an awesome amazing opportunity to play and learn and share and grow…
REMEMBER that smile that comes from your ALL knowing-ness
YOU ARE LOVED!!!
Remember you choose – so SMILE!
This youtube link can be put in a global context and when I do, I cry tears of joyful possibility…
The hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in KwaZulu are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA;
we will remember that there is something happening in our Planet;
that we are not as divided as our politics suggests;
that we are one people;
we are one nation;
and together, we will begin the next great chapter in Earth’s story with three words that will ring from coast to coast;
from sea to shining sea – Yes. We. Can.
It’s simple these 3 words… say them , be them and create new ways of what we can again and again
Yes we can … support each other
YES WE CAN create good news
Yes We can live joyfully together
YES WE CAN!!!
They are so simple, so over used and yet they are still a great gift and a symbol of love, peace, play and joy to me.
I even believe that God knows I love them so much so he lets me know where to look, so I don’t miss the puddle shaped like one or the cloud puffed in heart perfection…
I’ve just returned from an inspired trip to Namibia – where I integrated the Joy Activist with Stand UP comic and an 85minutes of pure joy… It was a treat and it also gifted me some family time with my folks, siblings, nephews and niece.
I did however loose one of my very favourite earings at my niece’s dedication party. these gorgeous leather polka dots dangles, which I’d swiftly grown attached to – were now un-paired. I said a little prayer, hoped the angels would help them to be re-united and went to sleep. When I awoke my precious Da had gone to the frosty field and found the lonely earing. Just a meter away, lay a little felt heart…
My Da had brought them both back to me – so beautiful… this little sign the angels had left and so wonderful that I got to share it with my dad and now all of you…
Heart shapes continue to be a joy for me and I’m so very grateful for all the abundant blessings of joy in my life
That little heart sybolises the Joy I’m blessed to share with the world, my precious family, my deep gratitude to Big Dad and the Great Love that continues to flourish in these changing times…