Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Joy -- an ode to Hannah Lees (my Granny 1904-1973))
"Joy offers itself in strange forms and there is little enough in any lifetime. Too bad we are taught to look askance at so many of them." (The Sweet Death of Candor, Hannah Lees, 1969, p. 55)
My children bring me sheer joy (most of the time!). Blessed am I when they both sit with me and perform random acts of kindness, such as listening and talking, really having a meaningful conversation.
The nausea has kicked in full bore. Anti-emetics are not helping. Finding that "special place" in my mind where I can recall a moment of joy....