Joy doesn’t ask for permission.
And maybe that’s exactly what it’s meant to be.
Not something we check or measure—
not something we soften because of who’s standing beside us.
Just… stepping in.
Head first. Fully there.
Poppies feel like that.
Bright red, almost too much for their thin stems,
moving with the wind instead of resisting it.
No hesitation. No holding back.
I still think about those fields in France—
that year in Provence—
how they stretched out, alive in every direction.
A little wild.
Completely present.
Offering everything they are without question.
And maybe that’s the whole thing.
Joy isn’t something we wait to be given.
It’s something we step into—
just as it is—
and let ourselves be right there with it.
- Subject Matter: Abstract expressive floral
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