Yesterday I worked, deliberately moved about doing the chores of the house how did I generate that joy inside? It was as if I were a walking wire charged with electricity motivated moved by my recall of her washing clothes, cooking, all the while her body in pain. Her love inspired mine. The surging power of Love. Rejoice: to feel joy again. What a delight!
Being retired, my work is more humble, less noticeable, but more joyful.