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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#832649 added October 29, 2014 at 12:43pm
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Then and Now
I must be a creature of habit. The first thing I do in the morning is to look at the clock on my bedside table, as if I were late for work or anything, forgetting I don’t have to go to work anymore.

Often it takes a crisis, a catastrophe, or a planned action for the day for me to rush in the morning. One thing I can’t do very well anymore is a morning rush; probably this is a reaction to crazy mornings I used to have when I was much younger. Yet, I am grateful for those had-been mornings. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t appreciate my mornings now.

Gratitude must be one of the highways to the heart, in addition to love, success, solitude, and sorrow. True gratitude fills a person with awe and sustains her with wonder and peace, as I sometimes wonder how I managed to deal with life in my earlier years; how I rushed around on little sleep and a lot of worrying for those who needed my care.

I still deal with some of those things today, but I take my time and even enjoy those routine chores that need to be done, like the laundry, washing dishes, straightening the house etc. Still, in the earlier days, I remember enjoying the rush, which I wouldn’t now. I enjoyed it then because I always liked wild things, like wild deadlines, my wild children, wild flowers, wild animals etc. I still like wild things, but I value quietude more. Wild things need freedom and wide open spaces to prosper, and in my wild old age I need to take my time and enjoy the freedom of doing what I like to do when I like to do it.

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