This morning was quiet. Peaceful. As I looked out the window, the day felt new—sunshine waiting to break through, white clouds drifting slowly across a calm sky. Moments like this don’t shout for attention. They simply are . And if we pause long enough, they speak to us. That calm led me to a thought I want to share with you. There is a special joy in talking with a good friend or companion. You feel it immediately—not because of clever words, but because of expression . The simple act of communicating. Sending and receiving. Sharing and being heard. That back-and-forth creates a warmth that’s hard to describe, yet easy to recognize. That same joy is why I write. When I finish a blog post, I don’t just publish it and move on. I read it again. And again. Not only to check the content, but to study how I expressed myself. I’m learning the art of expression—how to be more sequential, logical, and, if possible, beautiful in English. Some people speak and write effortlessly. T...
Grandpa David 's reflections, healthy aging, family, and life lessons.