Dear Joyful Readers,

Are you a joy dealer? Joy is aliveness, awareness, pleasure, triumph, delight, exuberance. I want to be a joy dealer and a joy feeler. Do you?

Life is not meant to be endured but enjoyed… not meant to survive but thrive.

Don’t you want to thrive? Don’t you want to experience more joy? Bring it on. Not the pain. But the joy. I’ve lived in survival mode. I lived enduring. What a shitty belief system. I want pure joy. How did I find it? By going through those remarkably shitty experiences. See I thought they were dark, despairing times but each experience was directing me to lightness and joy. Oh, I tried conjuring up joy on my own. What I realize is it’s a choice. Do I want to feel bad? Do I want to feel good?

Choices led me to joy. Experiences led me to joy. Consciousness led me to joy.

“For you will go out with joy and be led forth with peace. The mountains and hills will break forth into shouts of joy before you and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” (Isaiah 55:12)

I want to go forth in the world with joy and be guided with peace. I love the imagery of the mountains and hills not just shouting for joy but breaking forth into shouts of joy. They broke. They experienced. And they shouted from the mountaintops… JOY. Unfathomable joy.

I love my backyard. Laying in my grass… sitting on my bench… gazing at the tress. When the wind rushes over me, I see trees sway with beauty and imagine their divine branches clapping.

If… “The joy of the Lord is my strength” (Nehemiah 8:10), I need to lean on God, Source, Energy, Divine to bring me out of the despair. To lift my countenance. To tell me I’m okay. It’s going to be alright. Jennifer, you are safe, loved, and loving. You have nothing to fear. You have everything to experience. And I want to bring you joy.

God is joy dealer. Since we have the spark of the divine in us, we are joy dealers. We get to that place of feeling it, experiencing it, living it, breathing it.

I hunger for more joy as a deer pants for water.

When you experience the dark hours, please know that they are truly stepping stones for joy. Bring on those stepping stones. I’m more than ready to leap for joy.

Joy Dealer,