Recently, I have begun a ritual on Sundays in which I contemplate what makes me happy…what centers me and brings me back inside myself from the busy week I’ve just had.
And I have begun to read a little on Sundays too. Not a whole lot of places, just a few special spots that are touching and in keeping with the things that bring me to my inner sweetness.
Some of the secrets shared there haunt me for days…
On Sundays, she always seems to write something touching that I enjoy reading very much.
I love Bonny’s Sunday Brunches. They make me smile and consider what I love about kinky fun.
Recently, I discovered Zena Musings and her Sacred Sunday posts. They are beautiful and restful to read and see…I say see, because there’s always some images to contemplate.
I put up a post about happiness recently on my other blog. I hope you’ll contemplate the question yourself as I am today.
What makes me happy is dancing, feeling the breath in my body. Knowing that those I love are alive and well. Seeing a woman dying with dignity and grace. Helping her as she lets this world go for the other one unhampered by her well used body. I love to see the snow on the ground and feel the silence of the land as it rests from the business of living and making new life. I am happy about prayers and having them answered. I am happy that my body can experience such intense pleasure and that I can share that with someone special. I am happy that I have my husband and that I’ve had M and others who’ve touched my life in important ways as both my lovers and my friends.
I am happy that there is a candle as my companion as I write this and I am happy when someone really neat makes me smile.
December 10, 2007 at 12:07 pm
I have a few things to say here.
First, There is nothing quite so exhilirating (sp) as feeling your own breath in your lungs. Any Aerobic excercise is good for that, and dancing is great.
I watched my Grandmother die from Alzheimers. Nancy Reagan called it “the long goodbye” and she was right. Gram was no longer the woman I had known all my life. Knowing that she was once again with Gramp, and was herself again after she passed was the only happy thing about her dying.
I love the sight of new-fallen snow on open fields. It just seems to require silence.
I personally feel happy when I talk with friends, whether in person or by e-mail. Making other people happy also makes me happy, this is why I always pick an angel from the giving tree at the mall
December 10, 2007 at 2:26 pm
I think you are right about that exhilaration part for sure.
It is a hard thing to watch. The body doesn’t give up either. They linger so long….I think because they just need to say something coherent so badly…
Today, you are getting your wish about the snow it seems. *smiles*