Yesterday, I started to write in a way I don’t normally. It felt playful and fun. There were no deadlines, unless I imposed one so the novelty of the experience increased the joy. Time to ponder, a grey day with firelight and candles, a pot of good soup to enjoy, a serendipitous moment of connection with Joho, and a good book to read. All these things though seemingly small created a memorable day. May all our days be full of small moments that create goodness and joy.