"It is good for us, I think, to keep as much joy in life as we can. We busy ourselves with so many things that are not of the heart and spirit. We worry about money, we agonize over the terrible state of the world, we fret..."
"...we work, we argue, we squander our strength in a million ways."
"And all the time the wonder of life is around us...there is joy enough in one spring* day to furnish forth the world, if we but knew it. Even if life seems too difficult at times and grief gets too intimate with us and death raises his umbrella between us and the sun, there is still joy to be had in the immeasurable gifts of life, if we accept it."
Gladys Taber, Stillmeadow Seasons, 1950
{HT - Tonia}
*or summer
