A coruscating breakfast fit for a Unicorn.

 

Dear Morning,

Remember when I said I'd gotten the spangliest sparklepony gift to beat all spangly sparklepony gifts?  As a holiday gift from a dear friend, I received Sparkle Syrup and Confetti Pancake Mix!  When someone gives you a thing like this, you really are overwhelmed by the joy and love of it.  (I know, and I do feel a little guilty about how lucky I am!  It's a feeling like a secret, a little bit prickly, and also, a bit vertiginous, because, what if my luck runs out??!)  After four lovely weeks of admiring and shaking the bottle, today was the day to pop the cork and mix the cakes!  

Missing Joy?

 

Dear Whom it May Concern,

Did someone take your joy?  Do you want it back?  A friend of mine, a woman I have great admiration for, suggested that it might be subversive to be cheerful, to be joyful, at this time.  Another artist I know, made this film about her search and subsequent reclamation of joy in times of trouble.  I think it qualifies beautifully as cheerful subversion and subverting cheerfully.

If watching the film doesn't help you find a little joy or cheer, send 50 cents to an address in Boulder, Colo., and see if they can't mail you a replacement. 

Hang on to your joy.