December can be a hard time for many people,
who keenly feel their life losses
at a time when they expect to feel
nothing but joy and celebration.
Instead of expecting holiday times to be a perpetual
infusion of happiness,
we should learn to identify
small, fleeting moments of joy
in everyday things --
a stranger's smile
a surprise meeting with a friend
an outrageous pair of tennis shoes
finding a quote that resonates with our soul
seeing a beautiful thing in a store window
hearing a song that reminds us of falling in love
the hummingbird unexpectedly hovering near a window
and not wait for the staccato
and flash of fireworks
and the shushing sounds of angel wings
to signal joy's arrival.
For if we wait for the ruffles and flourishes
to tell us it's time to take notice,
we will have missed
a thousand little episodes of joy.
That would be a damn shame.
And for those of us who write,
we must learn to write
through it all,
the joys and sorrows,
highs and humdrums.
We need to write
whether or not anyone finds our words
and remarks on them.
If we are writers,
that is our calling.
We must write the words
that express our truth.