Where does joy flow from? Riches?  Popularity?  Possessions?  Or are these just means by which we hope to feel joyful?  The essence of joy sought by the deepest self is that born on

a child’s smile,

the flitter of hummingbird wings in the air,

the rays of sunshine that glitter on the ocean’s edge,

the dewdrops glistening in a spider’s web,

the silent pause between doing and being,

the peace that flows on the breath,

the love that springs from the heart.

Ahh, joy from its purest source.