Happiness 10-29
a pile of antique rugs laid out in the sunshine to dry; dressed only in peacock feathers; knowing that the question has to be answered.
a pile of antique rugs laid out in the sunshine to dry; dressed only in peacock feathers; knowing that the question has to be answered.
the message from the ladybug basking on a seed pod; the sea bed roiling with pearls; the uncanny feeling that an admiring stranger is watching you.
sailing off to the Isle of Skye in a storm; entranced by the puppet show in the middle of the park; the sweetness of fresh honey.
The rooms garlanded in vines of bittersweet.
being singled out for a special purpose
tying your horse to the hitching post and stopping for a rest.
standing in the prow of your boat as you sail into harbor
Emerging from the mist and crossing the drawbridge into the castle.
guided home through the snow by the Alsatian.
folding up your wings for a rest.
rain pattering on the window while you take your bath.
climbing to the house above the trees.
the caravan arriving at the oasis and the dancers coming out to greet you.
Looking under the bed and discovering an uncut emerald.
making a decision the next morning.
tying the sash, slowly, around your waist.
entering the room and sensing the hush.
kicking up your heels under the yellow poplars.
Fear turning to awe as the light nears.
kissing her fingertips; great stone lions on the gateposts; arriving on time.
nuzzling the donkey’s nose; “Thirteen Conversations about One Thing”; a strange October light.
the old rose tree filled with sparrows; raising the tent; meeting for the first time.