After the last treats were enjoyed for Bob’s birthday gathering, we went outside for a small walk and some fresh air as is our habit. He went first, and I joined him after cleaning up one more item in the kitchen. As I approached him, he appeared to me as a cute boy.
With my eyes filled with joy and appreciation for him, 77 years of life appeared as like he was just 6. His fresh haircut and new white T-shirt perhaps contributed. What I saw was the good boy he always was and meant to be.
When your eyes are filled with joy, how do things look? When they don’t look that way, what can you do to find your joy? Ki to Happiness looks through the eyes of love and beholds tender innocence.