The difference between joy and happiness

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Joy in the context of spirituality
is not the same as happiness.
Happiness is a feeling that, like all feelings, comes and goes,
while joy is a more fundamental attitude toward life.

This joy doesn’t change your circumstance; it embraces it.
Joy doesn’t make your situation other than it is;
but reveals the greater reality in which it is.
Being aware of the greater reality
always manifests as joy.

The more narrow the attention,
the more focused we are on fleeting moments
of happiness and sadness.
The wider our attention becomes
the more aware we are
of an unending flow of joy.

Rabbi Rami Shapiro

photo martin cathrae

Wonder and astonishment

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Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!”

and laugh in astonishment,

and bow their heads.

Mary Oliver

photo s04av

Sunday Quote: Fully Living

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It is not death that one should be afraid of,

but rather never beginning to live

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 12.1.2

photo of sunrise at the Sugarloaf mountain,  Wicklow,  by rahulrana71

Where to look

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If we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, 

it is useless to seek it elsewhere.

(Si nous sommes incapables de trouver la tranquillite en nous-mêmes,

il ne sert à rien de la chercher ailleurs)

 La Rochefoucauld,

 

Learning from nature

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Look at a tree, a flower, a plant.

Let your awareness rest upon it.

How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being.

Allow nature to teach you stillness

Eckhart Tolle

photo hans braxmeier

Birdsong on the first day of Spring

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I don’t know where prayers go, or what they do.
Do cats pray, while they sleep
     half-asleep in the sun?
The sunflowers? The old black oak
     growing older every year?
I know I can walk through the world,
     along the shore or under the trees,
with my mind filled with things
     of little importance, in full
self-attendance.  A condition I can’t really
     call being alive
Is a prayer a gift, or a petition, or does it matter?
The sunflowers blaze, maybe that’s their way.
Maybe the cats are sound asleep. Maybe not.

While I was thinking this I happened to be standing
just outside my door, with my notebook open,
which is the way I begin every morning.
Then a wren in the privet began to sing.
He was positively drenched in enthusiasm,
I don’t know why. And yet, why not.
I wouldn’t persuade you from whatever you believe
or whatever you don’t. That’s your business.
But I thought, of the wren’s singing, what could this be
     if it isn’t a prayer?

Mary Oliver, I Happened to Be Standing

photo sylvain haye