“When one has much to put into them, a day has a hundred pockets.”
--Friedrich Nietzche, German philosopher
By Kathy Joy
One of my favorite springtime rituals is finding cool stuff in the pockets of my lighter jackets. On a recent dig, I found: a pack of mints, some loose change, a stone, a doggy waste bag, some old receipts and a grocery list.
That folded-up green bag with paw prints printed on it?
That tugged at my heart. Recently, I had to say goodbye to my furry companion, Reina.
She was the heartbeat at my feet, and sometimes the "Speedbump" under foot, so there is a particular new meaning to living alone.
She was the heartbeat at my feet, and sometimes the "Speedbump" under foot, so there is a particular new meaning to living alone.
One smooth stone
in the pocket is a yoga stretch; a deep-breathing exercise; a centering moment; a prayer.
in the pocket is a yoga stretch; a deep-breathing exercise; a centering moment; a prayer.
If you go through last year’s pockets, you may find cash. And that’s great!
If, however, you find a smooth stone, you can cash in on a hundred little pockets of peace.
Kathy Joy is a Pennsylvania-based author of a four-book series, "Breath of Joy." She writes for the collaborative group, Books for Bonding Hearts, and is a blogger at Coffee With Kathy.
She began collecting her “everyday celebrations” as pithy little affirmations of life.
When her husband, Roger, died unexpectedly on the family farm, Kathy made a decision to keep writing down her affirmations; they have become deep and abiding declarations of survival.
Kathy, in the wake of her grief, strongly believes her writings are a kaleidoscope of prayers sent into a needy, aching world.
Recently, after sequestering employees at home in the wake of COVID-19, Kathy's employer asked her to write a daily "mini-blog of encouragement, to help keep us focused and connected." This post was one of the employees' favorites to date.
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