Joy is the way. Joy in the morning. Joy throughout the day. Joy at twilight. Joy in our dreams, waking and sleeping. For so long we believed that our joy depended on specific outward circumstances on a particular situation being a particular way,or on the presence or behavior of a particular person. While getting what we want and being with those who we love can add to our joy, we have learned another kind of love, a deeper kind of joy. A joy that abides and carries us through....Joy comes from living in harmony with ourselves each moment of each day."--Melodie Beattie, Journey to the Heart, p. 211


And another thought...
"If we refuse to touch the places of sorrow or confusion within ourselves or others, we cannot cultivate the ability to be completely present in our moments of joy...Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation, p. 7

Mine is in the sound of the rain today. Removing the "special" object Porter brought in and put on my bed (I have no idea what it is.). Slicing up a very ripe cantaloupe and savoring its scent in the kitchen. Looking at the stack of transcripts and knowing that I will make a lovely cup of tea later this morning and then sift through and record that data for the state applications the way I do reading test scores to make sense of all the numbers and then take action accordingly. There will be a walk in the rain for sure. And learning how to make zucchini bread with zucchini specially grown from Claddagh Farms. Maybe even Murray will come over to play.