And I should have said that you strike me as always cultivating joy, including when things are going hrd.
I see it in your loving appreciation of the plants and interactions of your garden (though sometimes the stilt grass seems ll Too Much).
It reminds me of a child hockey player I knew, a colleague of Chun Woo's, J. He always seemed a very calmly alert child. But what I remember in particular is a time when I was minding the penalty box, and J. got two minutes. Often players were really mad when given a penalty, so I'd offer them water, ask them something, to get their mind into its speech centers. J. was fine, though. Clear-eyed and engaged, he told me that he'd been doing an experiment to see how often some minor infraction would get called. It just had, but it almost never was.
I remarked on that capacity for joy to his mother, who said, "Well, it's not as if he were always happy...." And of course not! But to my mind, that kind of interested attentiveness is as good a foundation for happiness and for joy as there is.
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I see it in your loving appreciation of the plants and interactions of your garden (though sometimes the stilt grass seems ll Too Much).
It reminds me of a child hockey player I knew, a colleague of Chun Woo's, J. He always seemed a very calmly alert child. But what I remember in particular is a time when I was minding the penalty box, and J. got two minutes. Often players were really mad when given a penalty, so I'd offer them water, ask them something, to get their mind into its speech centers. J. was fine, though. Clear-eyed and engaged, he told me that he'd been doing an experiment to see how often some minor infraction would get called. It just had, but it almost never was.
I remarked on that capacity for joy to his mother, who said, "Well, it's not as if he were always happy...." And of course not! But to my mind, that kind of interested attentiveness is as good a foundation for happiness and for joy as there is.