Joy

Tuesday morning after much anticipation my lover arrived to celebrate our version of Valentines day. The joy I felt while watching him walking up the front steps to my house brought laughter from my toes to my heart and outward.

We do not have a lot of time together. We live in different states and have full lives on our own. We have  a great friendship and neither of us is willing to give that up. In fact, we enjoy the path we are building and sharing.

We went skiing on Tuesday. Cross Country Skiing on Kingdom Trails in Northeastern Vermont  is beautiful ,with well groomed trails and breathtaking atmosphere.

We got snowbound on Valentines day. More Joy!

I work with the dying and grief a lot. In fact I think we are all too intimate with grief some days in this war torn world of our.

I had forgotten what a belly laugh feels like. I sometimes forget the joy of a beautiful person in a dark sweater with dark sunglasses bringing love.

I had forgotten the wonderful childhood memory of sore thigh muscles and sweaty sweaters from an afternoon of fresh air and skiing.

Acknowledging our grief and  is crucial.

Acknowledging our joy is life's blood.