Joy is not a luxury; it is a necessity. A small, stubborn light that protects our humanity even when everything feels on fire.
Chasing happiness can leave us empty-handed, but noticing joy asks little and gives generously. Those who learn to linger with what is good weather stress with steadier hearts. And when we offer joy to others, it multiplies,softening anxiety, easing pain, widening into flourishing and hope.
Emily Dickinson understood this well. In “Hope is the Thing with Feathers,” she writes of hope as something that perches quietly in the soul, singing even in the harshest storms. Her lines carry a faith that does not demand certainty,only endurance.
I was born under the influence of Jupiter, the planet of expansion and cosmic luck. Expressive, lighthearted, drawn to the energy of the number three, I am destined toward communication and the power of words. Like Dickinson’s poetry, my instinct is to spread light, to offer optimism as an act of connection.
Where Dickinson gives us hope, Picasso confronts us with truth. Guernica stands as a reckoning with humanity’s capacity for violence and grief,and with the psychological transformation that can follow devastation. On April 26, 1937, during the Spanish Civil War, the town of Guernica was destroyed by German aircraft sent by Adolf Hitler to support Francisco Franco’s forces. The bombing was an experiment in terror, a rehearsal for the civilian destruction that would define modern warfare.
And yet, from that rupture came reflection.
I am deeply transformative, capable of holding complexity, contradiction, and pain. A kind Libra, aiming to illuminate darkness rather than deny it. Guernica reminds us that healing often begins with witnessing, that even after unimaginable loss, meaning insists on being made.
And so it goes...…
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