a deluge of joy

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A deluge of joy

That’s it. My 4-word poem. 🙂

This phrase has come to me again and again over the past week or more. The first time on a run, where so many feelings and ideas sprout. It was the morning after an overnight storm – a ‘gullywasher” or “trashmover” as some might say. And that’s how it feels, like I’m being washed over with joy and residue moved away, leaving me clean and fresh.

Have you ever experienced so much joy that you can hardly fathom it?

 

* I took this photo somewhere in County Clare, Ireland.

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