4/17/2018 1 Comment It Feels Like HappinessIt feels like happiness But I know that's not the word I want It's like this realm, this place that I sometimes tap into, and want more of. I feel it when I am enthralled by the sight of butterflies or fairy terns in their aerial dance above me or when the sky is filled with amazing cloud formations or sunsets. I feel it when I notice enraptured children building sand castles
and digging holes at the beach, telling stories about their creations, and when I dance tango with a partner with whom I seem to flow. I feel it when I come across a touching piece of writing, or an evocative work of art, or when I chance upon an enchanting life idea by randomly surfing the internet. When I get a whiff of pho, or the taste of cilantro, or chocolate, at times. They're like short visits to happy places. Unfortunately, I slip out too soon. Like I'm an uncomfortable stranger. But it's enough of an impression, to keep wanting to come back, more often, and for longer periods. Can I stay there forever?
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Noelle Terese Eberz
1/23/2020 09:10:13 am
Magnificent! I love it because it just resonates on several levels starting with truth and beauty and so much more!
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