Dear Beloved, It’s Me Joy
It’s me, Joy. I have been trying to get your attention, but you keep looking at where I was instead of where I am now. I know you think I have abandoned you. I am here, in this moment. Now. Smiling at you. Waiting for you to smile back at me.
I am in your child’s face, even if you are having difficulty seeing past the scowl. I am the scent of your favorite shampoo. You know, the one everyone keeps asking about. Look out your window. There I am, tucked safely in a bud, ready to burst forth when the sun warms me up. I snuggled up with you and purred when you stroked my fur. I warmed your hands and your heart in a mocha kind of way. I’m the cello, piano, and violin. I sang to you over and over as you pushed the repeat button. With softness, I folded around your neck, hugging you tight, caressing your skin with the softness of cashmere. I surprised you at the door, with the ring of your phone, a touching e-mail, words meant just for you. You laughed. I was there. You danced and thought no one was watching. I was. I was sashaying right along with you.
I’m here. Waiting to be seen. Wanting to be experienced. Ready to burst.
But, you are looking back. I am no longer there. I am here. In this moment. For you.
Please come back to me.