It is joy by which the labor that will make the life that I want, possible. It is not at all puzzling to me that joy is possible in the midst of difficulty. ~ Ross Gay
When I first heard Ross Gay’s interview with Krista Tippett on the On Being podcast, it was the summer of 2019 and the world was a mess. Ross Gay had just published his book of essays, The Book of Delights, and the notion of delight, especially as interpreted by a poet of color, intrigued me. My question was exactly the one with which Krista Tippett introduced the interview:
There’s a question floating around the world right now — how can we be joyful in a moment like this? To which Ross Gay responds in word and deed, how can we not be joyful, especially in a moment like this?
In 2020, after reading Ross Gay’s book (and working with coach Tiffany Han), I began intentionally noticing delight on the daily. I’ve written recently about my feelings of being stuck and slipping and through it all, at the end of every sometimes odd, sometimes confusing, sometimes craptastic day, I connect with at least one thing that delighted me.
I was curious to go back to the interview and see how Ross Gay defines “delight,” and I was (yes) delighted to find this:
Tippett: And then you also point out that the word “delight” suggests both “of light” and “without light,” which kind of points back at what you were just talking about.
Gay: Exactly, exactly. The delightful things that I’m talking about in this book, so often, when they’re there, they also imply their absence.
Tippett: Have you thought much about what is the distinction between delight, pleasure — I don’t know. Something people talk about a lot now is gratitude, a practice of gratitude. And it strikes me that this practice of daily delight has a kinship with that, but it’s slightly different. I don’t know. Did you think about what really focusing on the word “delight” meant, for you?
Gay: It just came in my ear. Something delighted me, and I was like, oh, it’d be a neat thing to write essays every day for a year about something that delighted me. It came in my ear. It wasn’t until literally the last day of writing that someone sent me a card for my birthday and told me what the etymology of delight was. And I was like, “Oh, I didn’t even look up the word yet.”
The intuitive looseness with which he holds not just the practice of noticing delight but the writing of daily essays and an actual book, totally delights me. As a recovering English major, I’m always running to the dictionary so I’m precisely sure what I’m actually talking about but instead, he let the word and the feeling “come in his ear.”
He reminds me that I can trust myself, my feeling about something rather than making sure I’ve got it right. Delight feels a certain way in my body. I felt it yesterday when a fat bluebird landed in a window feeder. If I trust myself, that feeling is all I need to know.
Last night I was considering why I continue to do a delight practice every day. Why do I spend the whole day looking for what delight I’ll add to my journal? My reason is that I want to strengthen my delight muscle. I want to find more delight around me.
Tippett: What surprised you, in the process of moving through that year and moving through that year looking for delight and writing about delight every day?
Gay: Many things surprised me, I suppose. But one of the things that surprised me was how quickly the study of delight made delight more evident. That was really quick. [laughs] And I wasn’t sure; I was a little bit like, “This is gonna be hard, to just have something delightful happen every day.”
Tippett: You said somewhere that you developed a delight radar or a delight muscle. Well, it seems to me it’s kind of the inverse, or the opposite experience from going to the therapist every week, where you’re saving up things [laughs] that illustrate your neurosis. And you were doing the opposite.
[laughter]
Gay: Exactly, exactly. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. And it’s fun. It was fun.
It is fun.
A crowd of brown leaves chasing each other across a windy winding road. The smell of grapefruit. My cat curling herself into the curve of my waist. That fat bluebird.
Twentieth Century American Trappist monk, poet, social activist and scholar, Thomas Merton wrote:
No despair of ours can alter the reality of things, or stain the joy of the cosmic dance which is always there...We are invited to forget ourselves on purpose, cast our awful solemnity to the winds and join in the general dance.
For me, to choose to find delight in all my days is a way to “join in the general dance.”
Our days are both “of light” and “without light.” No matter what else is going on, delight is still all around. I only have to remember to look.