“He who binds himself to a joy, does the winged life destroy; but he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity’s sunrise.” William Blake
Reading this quote this morning made me pause and reflect. Occasionally glimpses of joy catch us by surprise like the quick fluttering of a butterfly, here one second and gone the next. But isn’t that the best kind of joy? The surprised-by-joy kind? Joy doesn’t often respond well to command performances; ethereal free form seems more in line with living in “eternity’s sunrise.”
I guess that’s the point. Freedom. To receive joy with an open hand of gratitude and pass it on freely with a goodbye kiss, the better for having touched it.
Besides, who knows who (or what) is out there waiting to buzz our joy? (We can only hope Mr. Bee just wants to give a friendly kiss to Ms. Butterfly, eternal sunrises notwithstanding!)
grace, peace & joyful butterflies
Virginia : )