I look out my bedroom window...past the white painted rocking chair (that was not painted until it started to mold so no matter how clean I try to get it - it still is dirty looking and my mother-in-law always brought a towel to clean it off or sit on when she was still alive and here for her visit 2-3 times a year)....funny what goes through our mind....that has been 5 years if not 10 and every single time I see the rocking chairs - this is what I think. Focus! I look out of my bedroom window, and past the top rung on the white painted rocking chair, and I see joy..... Daffodils dancing in the early spring wind. They make me smile, which is something I really needed at this moment, because I have not been feeling much interested in life, living, breathing, doing, being. I am thankful for the gentle breeze that makes these delicate cheery flowers wiggle on their long slender green legs. A mental break from the cloud the held me away from connection and joy. I may not be closely linked ...