About Joy of Just This

I remember being around six years old and having the feeling that change was afoot. It was a feeling, in a way, of being on the mountain top peak of innocence and that from here, it was all downhill.  Something was creeping in, noise, the “world”; it didn’t have a name per se but just the sense that “this was it kid” this is as good as it gets”. And I sensed it and held on to the sheer joy of being and feeling six for as long as I possibly could.  

But right along with that sense there was also a knowing that while I would “join” the world for sometime and most probably (and definitely yes did happen) get a little lost in it, I would return back. I would flip back to innocence once again. Someway, somehow, it would happen.

I didn’t warn my little bean self at the time to hold on for your life Nancy, the ride may get a little bumpy! (I am not and have never been a Nancy, but it rolls off the tongue and fingers nicely.)  

Writing has often been a joy in my life, I just do it to crack myself up most of the time. Things come out when I am writing to other folks in emails or just to plop some words on a page for the heck of it. I did a short stint doing some travel writing, taking many creative liberties while narrating my adventures abroad. It was before the whole blog thing took off so it was just organic sharing around via email, but it was a blast and I developed some fun unexpected friendships and penpals through it. 

Putting these little fingers to paper or keyboard is always an adventure and I never know which way it will go.  I think all creativity is like that, just a droplet of some random inspiration and you are off and running and where it ends up, nobody knows.

And that is the exact same thing here … so I am doing this little bloggy thing to see what there is to see. I don’t know what I will write about, but the world, inside and out (as if there were such a thing) is a most wondrous thing.  And when you have the eyes of wonder opening back up and a penchant for easy amusement, heck, words will come I am pretty dang sure. And whatever it is, no doubt about one thing, it is Just This … the glorious ever present This.  

Much love,

Joy Onastik