photo by Dmitry Kichenko
In the spring of 99, after her 51 st birthday my mom lost her battle with breast cancer.
Six month’s later her namesake; Rosalie Chaney, my daughter was born.
When I sent out Rosie’s birth announcement I wrote, ” Our sorrow remains and yet …our joy is inextinguishable.”
It’s a principle God continues to teach me.
In a year that more doors closed than opened, more friends moved away than moved close. In a year that I trudged more valleys and dips than mountain tops I find myself once again under Joy’s tutelage.
JOY IS blind, deaf and mute to most everything happiness craves.
endorphins, adrenaline and substances.
Blind to circumstances.
The souls’ celebration.
wealth or poverty, divorce or marriage, health or disease, war or peace
The spirits’ WOOT.
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