"Everything changes and nothing remains still ... and ... you cannot step twice into the same stream." For me, the same can be said of joy. The first time I experience the things I delight in are always magical--the first bicycle ride of spring, the first ocean swim of summer, the first leaves changing in autumn, the first scent of fir trees in winter, the first kiss.
First are always exciting because, well, they're firsts. But there's something special about a second, third, fourth, or hundredth time: it's informed by experience, the comfort of familiarity, and the hope for something enduring, if not permanent. After the first anything, the start of a foundation begins and foundations are where I find the real magic to be.
My friends are my greatest joy and my greatest treasure. We have the same foundation, or river bed to Heraclitus's analogy, if you will, but the waters or life situations that flow over it are always changing and teaching us new things about life, love, and--ultimately--truth. Sometimes the stream is beautiful, exciting, and wonderful; other times it's destructive, menacing, and cruel. And, sometimes, it's all of those things at once.
My name is Judi and I make sustainable fine jewelry. I wake up happy every day because I'm able to do what I love for a living.