Joy is like a jewel. A precious stone I keep close by. It is so bright I have to keep it under cover. Sometimes it ‘s so strong I feel as though it shines through me. I have to hold it close to myself.
The summer I had my legs amputated I spent everyday in a wheelchair in a bamboo garden beside a tree, under the sun. I felt an overwhelming joy rise through me. I watched the bamboo shoots, high white clouds and ants scuttling along broken paving stones, with only the sun to hide this strong insistent joy.