Looking back, I think it was a collective, ongoing acquisition, more from watching and listening than from any one thing someone said. I grew up in a family that was often gathering for one reason or another, mostly for food and fellowship. Multiple generations were usually present, and it was difficult not to hear things, not to notice behavior and tones of voice and the occasional pearl of wisdom from one elder or another.
For better or worse, my own view of the world and how to behave in it was formed over the course of those years of get-togethers. There was love there, regular reminders that people cared about each other, even as we grew to make our own decisions about whose voice carried more weight, and who was just blowing smoke.
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I agree with your title and whenever we do it, we feel the joy coz we’re present.
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