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We feel crushed that such a lovely person had to endure such a cruel illness and that our friend has lost the love of his life. Today we choose to feel joy that such a wonderful person was in our lives for a time, joy that our two friends became lovers. Joy can be found in the company and remembrance of the people we love. Despite what many others might think, I don't believe in the simple and momentary happiness of life. I don't believe people when they say one must live in the moment and forget about the future and the past. To be more precise, I don't believe in the linear time we have been told about.
And I am deeply thankful for that audience, a community of like-minded souls. That 2nd hand bags is one definition of joy for me. I find joy in the absence of things. Nothing on my to-do list, being off my phone for much of the day, an empty house...Until a big health scare at the start of this year, I thought joy was brought about by abundance. I filled my life with new shiny things, a busy schedule, and being around large groups with lots of drinks and drugs. Being forced to be still for weeks on end during my illness was a shock and a wake-up call.

Then I zoom back in and I sincerely ask myself, would I take all the pain for the joy. And I know as much as I don't want both to have to be true, that they are. And I feel joy at myself for the bravery and ability to feel it all.
Joy is always there when I look at the sea and when I feel completely free. Most of the time these two things happen at the same time. It's rare and a very emotional state of being. Although it's just for a few seconds. There is the joy that comes from circumstances, from precious moments with loved ones and family, or the profound joy of a creative explosion, perhaps while performing.

As you say, the lowest places are often a breeding ground for the most powerful emotions of all. In our shared experiences of those fundamental feelings, we are joined, and so joyful. I recall a long hike I recently took alone in the mountains outside the city.
I’ve written that on many a notebook or scrap paper. I feel now that i’ve given enough exposition, i might try to answer your question. I find joy….in moments with friends.
I have a healthy, although well used, body. I am retired and so only do the things that I feel like doing - as could you. I enjoy my husband's company - we laugh every day.

Watching over the years how he has grown from kitten to panther like, huge feline that lounges all over the place. Listening to music and the nostalgia great tunes bring, gives me great joy. When I finally paint something or write a poem! I find satisfaction an joy that I let my imagination run wild for a time in between working and paying bills.Dressing up in a great outfit and doing up my hair and feeling great when I leave the flat, brings me confidence and joy.
There is also a sea of fur and sand but it’s well worth it.My experience is there are many flavours of joy to be found in all sorts of places but you must look or they can pass by unrealised and that is tragic. Life isn’t a dress rehearsal, this is it, you have to make the most of it. My trick is to use that gift of self-awareness to stop, reflect and appreciate. It could be a moment to marvel at an insect or a block of time considering one’s life. It is a decision; it does takes practice. Tonight after work my wife and I went for a walk on the beach with our dog.

Joy is a shifty Beast.I used to look for her in pinnacles, adrenaline chasing on high mountain peaks. My youthful Joy was pure physicality and heavy breath. Windy tempest, a force of nature. Dancing, surfing, wild love and lusty longing.
I just have to remind myself that I don't always know how to clean off the muck, that I'm human, but I will feel that joy again. How obvious and pedestrian and surely the Red Hand Gang expect better than this? There was time when I was surrounded by babies and small children.

I suspect the connection I feel with people in my work as a GP is not unlike your connection with people via the Red Hand Files. The opportunity to interact with people at their most authentic - dealing with whatever life has thrown at them and trying to make sense of it all gives me joy. I seem to have lost my way to joy somehow, so thinking on what actually makes me happy is probably a good idea.I like to work with steel and make patterns. I like to work with minds and make patterns.
It's much less certain - the next brush stroke could ruin it - and this kind of jeopardy is as essential to the joy as death is to life. Anyway, I don't think I have to explain this to you, because I'm sure you know what I mean. It wasn’t during a raging party or a moment of youthful adventure. I was driving through country Victoria on my own, listening to the inane rhythmic football punditry on the radio. I was a student, appropriately broke and ambitious.
Sometimes it appears when you empty out your mind of thoughts and constructs. When it does appear , beckon it with your best smile. I take my inspiration from the traditional Japanese way of achieving joy by taking pride and fulfilment from a small thing done to the best of my ability. Working towards perfection in increments whilst never truly reaching that pinnacle. At the moment I experience true joy with a perfect shot whilst playing Petanque. It doesn't happen often but when it does....