Year Three, Day 199: Focusing on Joy

On the bus back to Portland this afternoon, I was feeling sad. I already missed Baby Gracie, my daughter and my mother! I spent most of the past 5 days with them, pausing only to teach some students on Saturday!

People who tell us to enjoy the precious moments of babyhood, because they go by fast are correct. It is hard work, but well worth it. But, actually all of life is precious and can speed by in a blink if we are not paying attention.

On the bus, over the I-205 bridge today, I found out a dear friend lost her mother last night. Suddenly. Unexpectantly. And her father had a heart attack. I do not know if he had the heart attack after his wife died or before. But my heart goes out to her. She is flying back home now as I type this. On Facebook she wrote that she at least was glad she got to say "I love you!" to her one more time. Just yesterday.

Whenever I hear of an expected death, I vow to cherish my loved ones and my life more. To live more fully present. To focus on joy.

And I am doing this again today.

I do not have time to write much more. But I do wish you a happy Monday.

Love to all of you and yours!

Talk to you tomorrow.

Love,

Zita

P.S. I hooped indoors at my daughter's trailer this morning. It was cold and wet outside. And I had Baby Gracie duty! She is watching me from the crib. Today was day 162 of daily hooping!

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