Can you name seven things that make you happy? I took the challenge…here are mine. I would love to see yours.
(1). I lost a pan lid. I don’t know how one loses a
quart-sized sauce pan lid, but I did. Little Boy Darling said worms carried it
away. Congers up a fascinating image doesn’t it? Happiness entry number one--Living
with a 3 year old. What a kick.
(2). Sitting here at my desk in front of a window—I
always have my desk in front of a window—I remember in Oregon when I first got
my horse Duchess, I would write and look out the second story window and watch her
grazing in the area we had cleared for our septic drain-field. She made me happy. Remembrance of happy counts
doesn’t it?
(3). Here, by my eastern window the sun wipes out my
vision for the computer screen so I close the blinds—rather defeats the purpose
of a window. Okay I opened the blinds as the sun has moved (not scientific), and
now outside I see bright yellow Marguerite Daisies alight in the sunshine. Happiness
number three—a view from my window, from my computer, winter in California,
flowers are blooming. (A lot was stacked into entry number three.)
(4). Life—Life makes me happy. Animal life, plant
life, my family’s life, my friends lives, my life. I read this morning that
life is our greatest gift. We should not have to be reminded, but sometimes we
(I) do.
(5). Something I enjoy doing. I enjoy writing. It is
my self-expression. I tell myself it is important to sing whether anyone is
listening or not. (I am hard to convince sometimes.) Still writing makes me
happy. With it I’m in a zone, I go to a place where time stands still.
(6). Packing my suitcase in anticipation of going
someplace fun—well the going is fun too, travel makes me happy.
(7). Getting e-mails from people I simply adore…that
could be you.
