Joy.

❤️.. well, I’m very happy..

My dear friend,

I’m actually writing during my little lunch break — thing, ever-unheard. I don’t know what this is. It’s joy, gratitude.. my friend, love.. for absolutely nothing in particular.

Let me check:

- self-selected theme music on in my classroom
- quick poem jotted down before the start of class as kids came in
- having written last night about nothing in particular, just what was on my mind
- following through now, based on inspiration -- a return to my spontaneous ways of being poised to act, ever being ready to love in Love.

It could also just be today is the Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross, a very important Feast Day for me & mine.

What is it I have suffered, Lord? All for naught, I can’t even remember.. You know how I love to forget, to let go.. to place my little human mind on a scale and ask the question:

fret over what is passed, or Love and live now? what will I allow to consume me?

I know I’ve been miserable, having seen the scrapings along the bottom. This Joy, this sense of Love is undeserved, for sure.. and I can only think of the Right that eventually comes from love of Truth and trying to abide by it. Not by me.. I do not justify myself, I do not prove myself & my efforts.. wrack up my sorrows on a pole, mark my troubles on the wall.. I just know to unite my Cross to His.. whenever (I usually forget). I don’t know what this is..

It may be the writing, my friend.. simple sharing again.

I have not done this in a very, very long time.. I had mourned its passing.. & now I feel wills aligned.

And then, I think of nothing else but this present moment, if this is Good, is this Beautiful, is this True?

Yes.

❤️

in Love,
your veronica

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In Spiritu Tuo, ad gloriam Patris. 9.14.2023, Exaltation of the Cross