LIVING LOVE IN THE MIDST OF TRAVAIL

From  my journal this morning: I keep rereading the obit of a long-ago acquaintance, Joe Doaks (wife Anne Too). It is so beautiful...they lived a good life together for 65 years...I only remember them from high school of course but the obit makes me happy...for their children who wrote it, wrote it from pure love. There...that's the gift of a well-lived life.  

Ah, underneath is the belly of the beast...there lies our personal tenderloin. We each live and breathe as we see fit in the moment whether we realize it or not.

On my first read of the Doaks' obit, I felt gobsmacked by the beauty. When I let it perc, I could accept, without put-down, their hard times that need not be mentioned in death notices but are the zipline of life.

By my own standards and in general, I live a good life. We each live the life of our own standards no matter who or what we blame or credit. 

My personal belief: Cultivate gratitude which holds the new and deeper meaning of love and laughter...then through love and laughter live the good life, unselfed, in the midst of life's gift of travails.

Thank you.