Happiness 8-15
woken by a crash of thunder; arriving at the temple of Banteay Srei in Cambodia; the grapes ripening.
woken by a crash of thunder; arriving at the temple of Banteay Srei in Cambodia; the grapes ripening.
the horse and the donkey; a series of unexpected events that leads to amazement; curled up on a window-seat with a mystery.
four quartz crystals in a pool of water; opening the drawer and finding a mysterious charm bracelet; the shepherd home from the hill.
setting down the pen with a deep sigh of relief; an island of good luck; tending to your baby llama.
the sweetest moment of all; diving into a mountain lake at dawn; the train pulling out of the station.
the foundation as deep as the steeple is high; partying with treefrogs all night long; flying into the wind.
the birth of the white bison; the stranger taking your hand and leading you out of there; kissing the inside of her elbows.
sunshine on the pomegranate tree; that long talk with a fox in a field; a hand on your shoulder.
the fragrance of Mediterranean fig; wainscotting; transcendence at the bottom of the sky.
holding a mirror up to the sky; swimming to the underwater pyramid at Yonaguni-Jima, Japan; a half-open yellow rose.
two queens talking in the summer house; climbing to the top; seeing things as they really are.
cavorting with crickets late into the evening; entering the stage; mangoes warmed by the sun.
the smallest key in the world which opens the biggest door; hearing a sound you can’t hear; finding a cool place in the forest in the heart of summer.
lying on a warm stone; opening your wings to the sun; laughter floating past.
a softly purring lioness; absorbing the sky; a cornucopia of plenty.
I wonder whether we pay enough attention to the delicate time of transitioning from one thing to the next. Moving from playtime to bedtime can bring on a tantrum. Moving from one job to another… […]
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