In Moby Dick, Herman Melville wrote, “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses….then, I account it high time to get to the sea as soon as I can.”
Some of us go to the sea, some of us go to a park, some of us read a book and some of us take a walk. I am going to remember what quiets my soul and brings me peace, and then do it when I find myself “growing grim about the mouth.”
–Joy
