Joy is something that sees quite elusive these days. Outrage, indignation and anger are readily available, but joy seems in short supply. These words of poet Mary Oliver are resonating with me today, particularly her thought that what she was born for was to instruct herself over and over in joy and acclamation. Mindfulby Mary Oliver Every DayI see or hearsomethingthat more or less kills mewith delight,that leaves melike a needle in the haystackof ...

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