I wondered by Christine Kane’s blog today and love her latest post about losing and regaining joy in her life.  Here’s a bit:

Then one day, as I passed by a blackberry bush, the wall around my heart cracked open slightly. I absolutely love blackberries. Not for their taste. But for how they look. I stood there and just stared at the blackberries as tears fell down my cheeks. It dawned on me that in my quest to make it as an artist, I had adopted obsession and forgotten delight.

When you adopt obsession, you require hard hits of big things to wake up the you that has become numb. It’s as if food has to be spicier, saltier, and fattier. Music has to be louder and faster. Moments need to be “events” to get you to notice them. It takes more flash to feel good. It takes more bling to be present.

I’ve had those blackberry moments myself.  I get wound up in my stuff and when I do it takes more noise to cut through my head clutter and get my attention.  I think that I’m enjoying myself, but I’ve usually just found more entertaining clutter.  And it’s not long before I’m looking for the next thing.

But it’s always when I take the time to be in nature and my body that I slowly unwind and feel connected again.