Ruth and Patricia
Ruth sees opportunities for joy everywhere. Everyday things - the colors in her garden in the summer, the taste of a fresh strawberry, the light flooding in from her front window, a glass of warm milk at bedtime, the voice of a friend reading the paper aloud, the neighbor's cat who pops in for a visit, the blooms of the forsythia her mother planted - are all cause enough for simple and profound joy. There are fresh beauties all around, if you care to look. Ruth, who rarely leaves her home and lives almost completely in three rooms, has taught me to see the expansiveness of what is before me, even when, or perhaps especially when, it can seem so small, so limited. I cherish my dear friend: all the cups of tea we've shared, all the books we've read together, all the times we've just sat watching sparrows pick seed from the feeder, each moment unfolding simply, beautifully before us.
Friends enjoying one another
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We can all hope to age with such grace.
Kara and I were discussing it yesterday: how do you ensure it? All I could come up with is that it must be a daily practice that starts young. Cherishing every bit of every day, no matter how daily it is. . .which makes me gasp a bit and pay more attention.
Dancing classes? You all are too hip for your own pants. I went to yoga one night but these days am mostly homebound myself (esp. this week, with temps low and dipping below freezing.) Star-gazing, skiing, dancing. . .is there anything you don't do? When do you go to African drumming class? French pastry class?
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