Flying Raccoon-Angel Dog

Joya, poem & photo by Elizabeth


It's crazy how much I love this girl - 
if I'm a pirate, she's my mountain of gold
and while sailing at night, my northern star
yet when we dock, she's my Zanzibar.

(Joya picks up almost anything and turns it into a toy that she flips in the air, catches, chases, since everything is animate and joyful play in her world.)


Joya flies on her first beach day, photo by Elizabeth

Know that joy is rarer, more beautiful and more difficult than sadness. Once you make this all important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.

Andre Guid