Fluid Joy

Music and dancing, or walking with a book glued to your eyes, one’s life is enhanced by the pleasures of movement, by the quivers of reverberation reaching into the depths of our souls; the poetry of love as a mother soothes her child, the joy one receives out running a wave, on an edge of an ocean, a boy’s wonder at a museum’s exhibit, the bobbing of a puppet on an African’s string, a Senegalese singing a Mississippi delta Blues tune in Salamanca.