I can see bare ground out the back door! This may not sound like much to you, but i've felt stranded in my island of a house this month. Right now my front yard is both ankle-deep in mud and knee-deep in snow. The septic tank melted yesterday--a neat rectangle in the snow. And now, finally, i can actually see part of my herb garden out the back door. Hallelujah!
Of course, i have to wade through thigh-deep snow out the back door on the north side of the house to get to the bare earth, and the dirt looks raw and un-beautiful. But i am overjoyed.
When we are meditating, we can sometimes sink under the cover of mind chatter and simply pay bare attention to what's happening in the body, and the breath, and even in the mind. Bare attention means plain vanilla attention with no judgments, no allergic reactions to unpleasant things, and no grasping for pleasant other things.
Just pay attention to the raw data of the senses. Pay attention to your life unfolding moment-by-moment.
Perhaps joy will quietly melt into you.