I’ve always thought of myself as a happy person, prone to laughter and equipped with optimism. But that has been tested by these last eight weeks. I'm grateful for my twice weekly, socially-distanced strolls through Prospect Park in Brooklyn. In nature I've been able to find a temporary freedom from the constricting conditions of the lockdown: I pick up and examine leaves, I stop to listen to birds, and for a moment I regain a sense of cheer.
We all have environments that spark joy in us—music stadiums, parks, museums, our mothers’ kitchens—ones we’ve been unable to access lately. But what if we could tap into pockets of joy elsewhere, in other places? Even hiding in the cabinets of our own homes. Author Ingrid Fetell Lee thinks we can.
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