Insights
April, 2025
by
Joyce Wycoff
I have an image of myself in a mouse house somewhere in a deep wood, stringy hair, wild eyed, on a mission to save the world equipped only with a magical ream of paper and a feathered quill to dip into a river of wisdom.
Who is the I who wakes up writing, words flowing from a silver spring?
Life, all of life, teaches me to say,
“This is enough. This. This is what I need.”
I once read that God speaks to us through other people.
I need to listen with grateful ears.
Growth comes with goodbyes: goodbyes to old selves, old habits, old beliefs, and, sometimes, old friends, lovers, and places.
The deeper the pain, the greater the fear, the wider the door opens to a new world.
Step through.
Be or do is not an either/or. It's a both/and exploration of life.
Beauty is not a luxury, nor an art. It is the soul's breath of life.
Is my heart big enough to accept whatever comes my way with gratitude and resilience?
Falling in love isn't about expectations or an outcome.
It is about the sheer, weightless, joyous terror of falling into the universal embrace.
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day when I have not celebrated life, joyously and gloriously, is a day donated to death.
For that’s what life is … a gradual recognition of myself and the unique gifts I have brought to share with the world.
Fear is the chaos that grows in my carefully tended garden; the appropriately colored dandelions in the lawn of life.
How many geniuses die undiscovered, not only by others, but, more sadly, by themselves?
Gratitude is like an onion, peel away one layer and there are more layers waiting to be recognized and appreciated.
Joy isn't a magical fairy dust that comes to me only if I’m lucky. It's what I find all around me when I open my eyes, my heart, my spirit.
I am Eternity. you are but a tick on my clock. without your tick, however, there would be no next tock, and I would be lost.
gives us details … imagination gives them wings.
From now until then, I'm going to live what I love and make a difference.
Love opens me.
Pain deepens me.
Courage strengthens me.
Joy enlightens me.
Beauty renews me. 19
My job is not to find beauty, but to see the beauty already there wherever I go.
My life is a story I cannot write today; I can only write today’s piece of it.
My mind does not flow like a river; it leaps and sputters, twisting like a salmon swimming up stream before it spawns.
Neither the Earth ... nor the Universe... is an other, an out there, or a not here. We are together one being, interdependent, creative, bonded by the gravity of beauty and fascination.
The god I can comprehend is not God.
Sometimes, words rearrange the furniture of my mind.
Until I find true generosity for myself, I cannot offer it to others.
We can count the bullets in a wound, but we can never count the wounds in a bullett.
We are all empty-handed, with no gifts for nature except our wonder at its beauty.
I swim in a sea of potential. Every stroke I take stirs the possibilities.
We live our lives on the thin ice of winter, afraid to stop moving, afraid we might drown in the icy depths of the past.
I hope you have found inspiration in these insights.
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