June’s joyful word is “joy.” Not happiness – fleeting, situational, often quickly passing. Add to happiness not being the word, is glad. Again, limited. You can be glad you got something back on your taxes. 

Joy is limitless because is neither begins nor ends with us. A resident I became friends with was named Joy Divine. What a handle to carry throughout life. A staunch Republican, we still became good friends. Wonderful conversations complete with smiles and laughter enjoying hot fudge sundaes Wednesdays in the retirement Cafe. 

I told her what I’m about to tell you. I told her that joy is divine. Ours to daily embrace and hold but knowingly recognizing its origin. I hope we can all possess it, each in our own way and in our own degree. 

My conclusion is that Joy Divine was legally blind but able to remain in her apartment.  May our joy be shared living here with a clear vision of the worth of each person and those wonderful persons who service us.