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I talked about learning more of what I want in my life back in January when I posted a goodbye to my dog Bo.

Since then I have been doing a lot of searching. But I don’t mean searching in an external sense.
I mean internal exploration of my deepest desires.

I started writing from an early age. I was the kind of kid that would be asked to write a short story and would hand you the first chapter to a novel, when I was prompted for being late.

I can’t say that I’ve stopped writing but I certainly haven’t been consistent with it.
And, I’ve let fear rule what I post.
I dreamed of a day when I could post more exploratory, journal like posts.
But I don’t know when that day was supposed to be, so how about today?!

While working through Danielle LaPorte’s The Desire Map (Amazon affiliate link) I’ve been enjoying the writing prompts in the back workbook section.
Some of those prompts have been about the colour, sound, and smell of joy.
I loved thinking about this so much that I decided to write more on it and would love to know your answers too!

The Colour of Joy

Beautiful, golden yellows, like the sun.
Not mustard or neon.
But pure, bright, sunshine yellow.
Fresh greens and flowery pinks and purples.

Joy smells like the morning after a light rain.
Like summer heat, without the body odor.
The scent of wild flowers and lavender.
The early morning, when the birds start to sing and the rest of the world is still asleep.

The sounds of child-like, unbridled laughter make up joy.
Silence, but not with tension, with ease, contentment.
A sigh, humming, the sounds of bees and crickets buzzing.
Birds chirping their morning hellos and singing to their hearts content.

Butterflies landing on flowers, flitting around a garden.
Bees collecting pollen to build their winter store.
Worms squiggling and squirming out of the dark soil after a rain.

Fresh new green growth and lush older plants.
Blossoming buds searching for the light.
Elegant, soft, pink cherry blossoms.

The soft sounds of water moving.
The breeze rustling through the trees.
The sounds, smells, sights, and colours of joy are all around me.

I really enjoyed writing this piece and am excited to do this exercise for all the emotions, yes, including not so happy ones.
Emotions are there for us to explore, understand and intimately know. Not for us to run from.
So let me know in the comments:

What are the colours, smells, sights, and sounds of joy for you?

I really enjoyed writing this piece and am excited to do this exercise for all the emotions, yes, including not so happy ones.
Emotions are there for us to explore, understand and intimately know. Not for us to run from.
So let me know in the comments:

What are the colours, smells, sights, and sounds of joy for you?

Image credits: Header image is from DepositPhotos (affiliate link) and edited by me in Adobe Photoshop CC (affiliate link). Flower images beside the poem are copyright Amanda Lynne Murtagh.