I had a wonderful conversation with my sister Cherry this evening. The bond of a family who see you, who want to see you and embrace the you that you are, is an amazing thing.
Happy is a choice, an effort, not to let the world and the people in it bring you to face the sorrow that is. Its an action of choice to stop and breathe and not simply realize the moment, but to embrace it. In Wordsworth’s words, “Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he/That every man in arms should wish to be?/–It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought/Among the tasks of real life/hath wrought/Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:/Whose high endeavors are an inward light/That makes the path before him always bright;/Who, with a natural instinct to discern/What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;/Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,/But makes his moral being his prime care;” To be generous of spirit, we should all be so driven.
I am I think. I think I am. 