Happiness 1-9
watching eagles soar past the cliffs at Delphi; your cheek against your mother’s; sneezing.
watching eagles soar past the cliffs at Delphi; your cheek against your mother’s; sneezing.
stargazing in winter; discovering the mouth of the Nile; making a decision.
light at the end of a tunnel; gazing up the vast trunk of a redwood; clearing away the cobwebs.
peeling away the layers; the Dead Sea scrolls; the rustle of rain in the forest.
knowing what the lines on your palm mean; a glass of Barbaresco with bel paese; kissing yourself in the mirror.
a falcon perched on your wrist; your lover surprising you with plane tickets to Paris; walking alone in the snow.
exploring Baalbeck early in the morning; courage; a saxophone player performing at a subway stop.
the cliff palace at Mesa Verde at dawn; fresh pine nuts; a momentary lull.
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Driving along the Appian Way; taking care of a friend in need; being cherished.
nestled in the branches of an oak tree; leaving a gift on a stranger’s doorstep; two plane tickets to the Bahamas.
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers
It may be just too hard to write this week. This feels like an out-of-kilter time, this week just before the New Year kicks in, and before we’re back to the routine of daily life. So instead of writing, try this instead…
The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a peculiar one. Some of my friends are in Florida, basking in the sunshine. Our president is on beautiful Oahu, where I love to imagine him in peaceful sunshine, with the trade winds to soothe and rejuvenate. I have friends from long ago who still gather every year at the castle they own on the west coast of Scotland. Still others are stacking wood for their wood stoves and cozying up in intimate family togetherness. Others are partying and feasting in the city.
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers
The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a peculiar one. Some of my friends are in Florida, basking in the sunshine. Our president is on beautiful Oahu, where I love to imagine him in peaceful sunshine, with the trade winds to soothe and rejuvenate. I have friends from long ago who still gather every year at the castle they own on the west coast of Scotland. Still others are stacking wood for their wood stoves and cozying up in intimate family togetherness. Others are partying and feasting in the city.
a herd of giraffes in the Kalahari; analyzing your handwriting; the Emerald City of Oz.
a friendly celebrity sitting down at your table; ice-skating on a frozen pond; self-confidence.
fragrance from a pikake lei; hope springing eternal; Artemis.
fragrance of pine; red and green stoplights reflected on rainy streets; the sweetness of a baby’s kiss.
baby tigers playing in the jungle; a friendly gleam; shiny new bicycles.
An ancient petrified forest; the mystery of love; a waning half-moon floating on its back low in the sky.
the fragrance of beeswax candles; unexpectedly kissed by your crush under the mistletoe; winning a polo tournament.
heading to your Scottish castle for the holidays; speaking from the heart; the cool of a cathedral on a hot day.