As I sit in the morning sun considering ways to celebrate joy in small things, I imagine a colorful tube reaching from the sky to me. Through this open, joy-transmitting tunnel, I feel beams of sheer bliss coming right into the top of my head and landing with laughter in my heart. My joy channel is getting a strong signal. But strangely, it repeatedly sends down but one thing through my tunnel. Coffee cake. Yes, indeed. I’m channeling almond coffee cake. Since taking all thin

Of the four horses in the field next door, Shadow is the free-spirited one, the least predictable, the renegade. I have spent many hours pouring my heart out to these horses, but Shadow has risen to the status of teacher and soul mate through the split rail fence. I once glimpsed the breathtaking sight of him galloping at full speed around the field in the pouring rain, exhilarated and joyous, both of us. After his victory lap, he stopped short and reared up on his hind legs,