The ocean helps me absorb sorrow and complex problems. The waves are rough today and they remind me of the life we all live. Joy and sorrow abide together. In the tragedies that exist – both personal and national – hope renews when, among the rubble, life is found.
This truth became real in my own life as the ‘stuff’ of life hit like a ton of bricks. I find joy by writing a gratitue journal. Joy, I say. Not happiness. For me, these words have different meanings. Joy exists in the things that matter – family, friends, spirituality and freedom of my spirit from toxic entanglements. Happiness equates to winning the lottery. It’s temporary, not eternal.