Small Joys — Headless Now — Poetry — Moca McCarty Photo

Small joys:

those small joys, existing for just their moment and then gone — yet somehow they are lasting too, or at least the wonder of their appearance, that something arises without notice, spontaneous, and there is a depth of joy so surprising in its touch. It’s a moment of the soul.

for me, there seems no other way, no better way, to describe it — that by soul I mean the unicity of the world, life, just before we…