Happiness 3-16
March 16, 2013
planning to meet by the windmill; waking up and finding your shoes filled with loose diamonds; the face of the cliff.
March 16, 2013
planning to meet by the windmill; waking up and finding your shoes filled with loose diamonds; the face of the cliff.
inventing the wheel; snow-soaked earth; getting into the boat without asking where it’s going.
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dawn painting the sky yellow and pink over the desert; climbing into the balloon and lifting off; watching the osprey dive.
what lay hidden under ice; falling asleep with the windows wide open; playing the six chords on the guitar.
being on the fence; swinging in the vines in the jungle; setting off before dawn.
writing late into the evening; the sheaf of parchment; opening the trapdoor overhead.
a mysterious sand painting; adding the last magic ingredient into the cauldron; graciously pouring the tea.
just the right wrench; standing on your friend’s shoulder and looking over the wall; emptying your pockets.
heading into the city; emptying the shelves and starting new; wrapped in gold-and-silver threaded silk.
dawn on the docks; smoke from the peace pipe circling overhead; two weeks with the hermit in the forest.
a piece of the sky; quietly rowing so no one will hear; peering out over the edge of the eagle’s nest.
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the stories stones tell us; the owl bringing you the feather; encountering the shaman.
being here now; the hardened heart softening; season of mud.
what lay under the snow; bells ringing out the news; cantering into the forest.
trying to decide; being a smoldering volcano; abandoning hope and entering.
imagining each flower as an individual; banging on the drum; turning to go and realizing why you cannot.
a tree running; the ground opening up in front of you and steps leading down; held in the palm of her hand.
heading for shelter; swathed in indigo velvet; slowly coming to your senses.
being playful; fastening your seatbelt for a bumpy ride; leaping from the top of a tree into an airboat.
full snow moon; the red-tailed hawk landing on your shoulder; enormous blossoms wafting past on the breeze.