Joy drinks pure water. She has sat with dying and attended many births. She denies nothing. She is in love with life, all of it, the sun and the rain and the rainbow. She rides horses at Half Moon Bay under the October moon. She climbs mountains. She sings in the hills. She jumps from the hot springs to the cold streams without hesitation. Although Joy is spontaneous, she is immensely patient. She does not need to rush. She knows that there are obstacles on every path and that

every moment is the perfect moment.

She is not concerned with success or failure or how to make things permanent. At times Joy is elusive--she seems to disappear even as we approach her. I see her standing on a ridge covered in oak trees, and suddenly the distance between us feels enormous. I am overwhelmed and wonder if the effort to reach her is worth it. Yet, she waits for us.

Her desire to walk with us is as great as

our longing to accompany her.