Butler Island just past Horseshoe Point – February 2, 2013
Will cannot fuel this journey. It can push you through a hard day, maybe a hard week, maybe a month, but it burns too quick for a trip this far, this difficult. It burns black and chokes. It won’t last.
Joy is the real fuel. Nothing burns cleaner, brighter, longer. Burn joy and you fly. Heap it on the fire, burn it all, burn it bright, because you only have to open your eyes to find more.
You have to find it around you. Invite it in. There’s joy everywhere when you look with eyes that want to see.
Yesterday was will. Today was sea grass under a glass ocean, a turtle slipping under the water, a solid blue sky. Today was a gentle north breeze, an orange smeared sunset, a night soaking with stars.
Today was joy.