We silently skimmed across mirrored ripples of blue sky and white fluffy clouds in our kayaks. A neighbor stopped setting up chairs, waved and walked to the edge of the lake. In just a few hours he and his wife would renew their wedding vows on the lake that had brought them so much joy. Both were retired, he managed the feeding tube that kept her live; as they watched the colors of summer invade the lake. Salinger talks of joy being a liquid that can’t be contained, and as I listen to his words of hope I could feel the flow of joy igniting my spirit and energizing my soul. Take in a splash of joy this week.
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