Naked Joy

What is naked joy exactly? People ask me that sometimes wondering how I came up with such a name for my blog. Then they blush.

I suppose to minimize any discomfort among the prudent at heart I could have named this "Exposed Happiness," but somehow that just doesn't have a snappy ring to it. I wanted a memorable name but something that captured the risk it takes to be joyful in a typically angry and hostile world.

Risk implies vulnerability, and vulnerability is an emotional bearing of one's soul, and so there you go. Naked. And I want to let my passion for life to just hang out. That's the light of joy.  

Naked Joy.

I felt a quite a bit of that when Charleston was finally graced with a few inches of snow the other night. What a beautiful sight for these Northern eyes to behold early last Saturday morning. I love the snow. I played in it until my feet went numb. Then I warmed them up and did it all over again. And again...and again...