It’s a wonderful thing, the more you look for joy, the more you find it … sometimes literally. A dear friend, artist and inspiration was one of the first people I told about this blog project. A couple of days later, during one of our regular walks through the neighborhood, she showed me a piece of paper that had fluttered to the floor in her home. It read simply: “pure joy.” She had no idea where it came from, but she thought I should have it. I keep it by my computer as a reminder. Thank you.

Then tonight, my 97-year-old dance teacher (yes, you read that right), used joy as the theme for our improvisation. After we stretched out on the floor, she told us to think of something that had troubled us during the week, and then to let it go. Next, she said, think of something good that had happened, and hold onto that. Now move, she said, with joy – and gratitude. She turned up the music and let us loose.

What a beautiful way to end the day.