It has been an interesting and occasionally difficult exercise to notice and share small daily moments of joy on my facebook page during July (#JoyfulJuly) when the world seems such a cruel and murderous place.
I asked myself whether it was right even to feel fleeting happiness at the sight of a sleeping baby in his mother’s arms here in the UK while in Gaza mothers and babies are being hit by rockets and shrapnel, in Africa babies are dying from malaria or other preventable illness and in some parts of the world, still, girl babies are not valued enough to live at all. So much pain, so much cruelty, so much anguish.
And yet… and yet… If I deny myself that moment’s joy, how does that help anyone? You could say that by holding the courage to keep my heart and mind open to beauty, to love, to joy, those drops of gold can form part of a reservoir of positive thought and feeling that surely must, eventually, counterbalance the negatives.