Happiness

  • Perhaps

    Perhaps you might ask your heart what it wants. Perhaps you might listen. Perhaps. Continue reading

  • Wildflowers

    I must remind myself: the wildflowers will wait. Continue reading

  • The Cookie

    We spend a great deal of our lives being afraid of the cookie, don’t we? Too much sugar, too much fat, too much cookie induced shame (note to self, and the world: shame causes more damage than the cookie.) If… Continue reading

  • Sensible

    Shall I be sensible a moment? Oh, dying to live, dear dreary day. Let you find me twisted beautifully among the berry vines. Let you be the one to be sensible. Continue reading

  • All My Softness

    I am home when the beautiful song of my heart is at peace. There is nothing loud, here, nothing beyond the birds and the rippling pools of shadow on brick. I am just me, in all of my softness. Me,… Continue reading

  • Seasons

    And when there is sun such as this, and when there is beautiful drift and swaying trees, I see life as it is and I know it is good. For, the mind, I know tells stories. And yet perfect truth… Continue reading

  • The Art of Living Carefully and Beautifully

    I made the beds as if it might be the last time. I didn’t think, ‘Oh. Gosh. You know, I better take more care in making these beds, I might be gone by tomorrow morning.’ It wasn’t like that. I… Continue reading

  • A Gift

    As if to fall asleep in the arms of another could be anything less than a gift to be cherished. Life and her beautiful pages; how precious she is, indeed, for the sweetness of it. Continue reading

  • Darling and Delight

    I see nothing but darling and delight in all things. For the aches are there to be held by the beauty that is love. And the joys rocket to the sky on wings of their own. Is this not heaven… Continue reading

  • 1946

    He bought it in 1946 for six pounds, which apparently was quite the sum back in the day. He’s 92 and wonderful, my darling neighbour, Joe, I’ll call him. The gigantic relic of a dictionary was his. Now it belongs… Continue reading