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About This Author
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.
 
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Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.
Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.
December 14, 2025 at 12:14pm December 14, 2025 at 12:14pm
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Prompt: Rest
“It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.”
Sarah Kay
What are your favorite ways to recharge and rest during the winter or this holiday season?
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I think, here in Florida, winter or the holidays are much different than in most other parts of the country. Still, I can recall what it was like in the Northeast, from way back when.
It used to be a whirlwind of sorts with parties, gatherings, gift shopping, despite the cold weather and sometimes, snow and ice. At the same time, this had made trying to live my regular everyday life almost impossible, even though I enjoyed the season very much.
On the other hand, as far as the frayed nerves go, it isn't much different, here, in the south. The only addition is that we have the lovely half-year residents and visitors escaping from the cold and the ice. This is wonderful in most senses, except the roads become so crowded and the driving so difficult, but it also makes us, the driving elderly group, very careful.
On the plus side, since the scorching hot summer sun has mellowed, we have regained our outdoor fun. For example, I can go and relax outside the house, mostly on a comfy outdoor armchair inside the porch, and read, write, tend my plants, or do whatever I wish to do. Since I've grown old, I've set boundaries to my most "should"s, which helps me greatly. No more attending anything if I'm not in the mood or trying to overachieve anything, including housekeeping. Well, maybe just a tad, but that's it.
I guess most of what is winter or the holiday season has become not a hustle but an easy time of slowing down for me. After all, there is joy in resting, too, no matter how many bells are jingling.
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I completely agree that Joy can be found in resting. I never could understand the people who, every single holiday, sprint off on one vacaction or other. Those who talk about their experiences, share how Exhausted they are and how they feel like they have not even had a day to rest before returning to work.
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