Joy is The Liberation of Freedom
There is a sacred vibration that ripples through the body when you give yourself permission to feel joy. Not the performative kind. Not the kind that seeks approval. I’m talking about the joy that bubbles up from your soul like spring water—clear, ancient, and real.
For too long, many of us have been taught that joy is a reward for hard work or survival. That we have to earn it. That we have to dim it down, hide it, or only let it out in private. But joy is not something to earn—it is something to reclaim.
Joy is liberation.
Joy is medicine.
Joy is your birthright.
When I think about freedom, I don’t just think about the absence of oppression or struggle. I think about the full, embodied expression of our spirit. The belly laughs. The dancing in your living room. The moment you remember who you are and why you came here. That’s freedom.
In my own healing journey, I’ve found that joy is one of the most radical acts of resistance and reclamation we can embody—especially as a Black woman, as a healer, as a lover, as a descendant of ancestors who prayed us into existence. When we allow joy into our lives, we are honoring those ancestors. We are saying, I am not just surviving. I am living. I am thriving. I am free.
This joy doesn’t mean we ignore our pain or bypass the hard moments. Quite the opposite. True joy is forged through fire. It’s the sun that rises after a long storm. It’s the giggle that breaks through tears. It’s the softness that returns when you thought your heart was too tired to feel.
So let this be your reminder:
You are allowed to laugh.
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to bloom.
You are allowed to experience joy simply because you exist.
As you move through your healing, your growth, your becoming—don’t forget to make room for joy. It’s not a distraction from the work. It is the work.
Joy is the liberation of freedom. And freedom is yours to claim, right here, right now.
With a full heart and rising soul,
Mia Moon
There is a sacred vibration that ripples through the body when you give yourself permission to feel joy. Not the performative kind. Not the kind that seeks approval. I’m talking about the joy that bubbles up from your soul like spring water—clear, ancient, and real.
For too long, many of us have been taught that joy is a reward for hard work or survival. That we have to earn it. That we have to dim it down, hide it, or only let it out in private. But joy is not something to earn—it is something to reclaim.
Joy is liberation.
Joy is medicine.
Joy is your birthright.
When I think about freedom, I don’t just think about the absence of oppression or struggle. I think about the full, embodied expression of our spirit. The belly laughs. The dancing in your living room. The moment you remember who you are and why you came here. That’s freedom.
In my own healing journey, I’ve found that joy is one of the most radical acts of resistance and reclamation we can embody—especially as a Black woman, as a healer, as a lover, as a descendant of ancestors who prayed us into existence. When we allow joy into our lives, we are honoring those ancestors. We are saying, I am not just surviving. I am living. I am thriving. I am free.
This joy doesn’t mean we ignore our pain or bypass the hard moments. Quite the opposite. True joy is forged through fire. It’s the sun that rises after a long storm. It’s the giggle that breaks through tears. It’s the softness that returns when you thought your heart was too tired to feel.
So let this be your reminder:
You are allowed to laugh.
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to bloom.
You are allowed to experience joy simply because you exist.
As you move through your healing, your growth, your becoming—don’t forget to make room for joy. It’s not a distraction from the work. It is the work.
Joy is the liberation of freedom. And freedom is yours to claim, right here, right now.
With a full heart and rising soul,
Mia Moon