LATE AFTERNOON ON A GREY DAY in Bramhall and I’ve just seen a lady “of advanced years” laughing joyfully in the street outside our Church. Her small Jack Russell terrier was chasing his own tail – and you’d have sworn he was smiling as he pirouetted.
His owner told me “I used to be a tad on the depressive side but this little fellow’s taught me to look for joy in something morning, noon and night. And he’s right.”
And then in one of those serendipitous moments I came back to a Google search for a poem and found the fiesta in the Central Station Antwerp here. There’s nothing like it, eh? Being surprised by joy. Makes you, makes all of us, start (over) at the very beginning …
So: Joy to you. Wanna sing? Wanna dance?