The Joy

This is what I saw at the spot where I walked onto the sand this morning.

Do you ever feel like goodness and joy and comfort are there just waiting for you? That you didn't really do anything, but all that abundance drops at your feet anyway?

And when someone says "Hi," do you say hello back?

What I'm thinking about on a Friday night:

The way reflected light in the marina can make the water look like it's burning.

This book:

And what Ingersoll says about happiness: "Happiness is the only good. The time to be happy is now. The place to be happy is here. The way to be happy is to make others so."

My friend Paula's latest blog post: Better, Worse, or the Same? I think this way of looking my mom's discomfort over her various ailments will help the two of us communicate more clearly.

These thoughts from poet Liz Kay's blog: Her thoughts about Complications and rage and desire have been rolling around in my head ever since I read her post yesterday.