I love the term “pocket of joy.” I first heard it on a Netflix reality show when one of the main stars, speaking of his difficult growing-up years, also spoke of the pockets of joy that sustained him through those difficult times.
We’ve had a difficult two weeks. My husband had another stroke, what we thought was his second, but the MRI done at the hospital showed an additional stroke that must have happened between the first one and this most recent one. He has become very feeble and frail and is prone to falls. I am his caregiver, and I also try to help out my dad who is 91 years old. And at this very moment, my younger sister who lives with Dad is in the emergency room a 45-minute drive away from us, having fallen face-down onto a brick walkway. She is being released in the next few minutes, but I was upset that I couldn’t be there for her.
So my pocket of joy today is my yellow begonia which is blooming for the first time in four years. I bought it as an outdoor plant four years ago and brought it inside at the end of that summer. It has stayed inside since then with only a brief sojourn on the back deck this August and September. And now in November it’s blooming, and its yellow flowers have brightened my day.