Happiness 2-8
bursting with life; being hugged by a mother bear; the first time you saw snow witches dancing.
bursting with life; being hugged by a mother bear; the first time you saw snow witches dancing.
waiting for your frog; exposing what’s under the rug; receiving an anonymous gift.
the sky shedding its clouds; what went on in the old carriage house; a hammer hitting the nail.
pink flamingos at dawn; the mill turning slowly; floating outside your body and smiling down at it.
the boat waiting in the mist; sheltering the horses before the snow falls; remembering those fields of ripe strawberries.
your house in the distance; stars sparkling in snow; receiving the invitation.
a statue coming to life and causing mischief; building a house of cards; being whisked away to a party.
the wheel of fortune; releasing everything that no longer matters; avoiding the hornet’s nest.
arranging the meeting place; a pile of old, handmade lace; the point of no return.
When you think of snakes, what comes to mind? Friendly, slithery little grass snakes slipping across your bare toes in summertime? A python wrapped around your arm while you dance? A cobra swaying to a snake charmer flute? Do you conjure up water snakes or tree snakes, dragons, or evocative statues? Rattlesnakes bravely protecting their Read more about WriteSpa #81 – The Year of the Snake[…]
heading south; the dog on the threshold; retreating to your hut in the desert.
finding the frozen waterfall; what is kept behind the screen; bringing in the tray.
stepping into the floating world; a bridal hammock; tiptoeing through the bluebells.
taking the train to the southern Tyrol; fulgerite; going over the waterfall in a barrel.
molten lava pouring into the sea; the flamenco dancer meeting your eyes; lights twinkling in the chalet.
going somewhere you have never been; a simple pleasure; snuggled under a pile of Hudson Bay blankets.
drinking milk from a just-fallen coconut; wolves in starlight; being brave.
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dawn in the desert; a seer reading your palm; pausing during a race to pick up the golden apple.
finding one’s way; a street crammed with blue bicycles to borrow; freckles.
Okay, I have to say this: I LOVED “Pictures of You” by Caroline Leavitt. But I especially love that she’s included me on her celebrated blog this week! Don’t miss it!