Crooning the corny old melodies
Blue Velvet and Stranger in Paradise
on the radio
Tony Bennett
Brings me to tears.
What is this swell of emotion?
Waves on the ocean of my soul.
Surging
without warning the hot tears fall.
Maybe just nostalgia for simple feeling
Cliche, and simple tune
conjuring a youthful June
When lovers had no fears.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Defining Sociability
Today I went to my veggie patch and it was not as euphoric an experience as I would have thought. There were lots of gardeners tending and lifting veggies and watering to protect them from this dry spell. I have come to realize that I do not like to mix chatter with gardening. To me it is a meditational experience that is disturbed by the need to socialize. I will soon be labelled as a misanthrope but I'm afraid veggie animism may be my thing.
On the other hand I thoroughly enjoyed lunch at a local tea shoppe with my neighbour Doreen and Claire (my daughter). That is, was and should be a thoroughly social event which gave me total joy and I hope it was reciprocal. No need to meditate over the soup and sandwich - I was having so much fun that I didn't notice how long the food took to bring to the table.
Reading all afternoon after lunch was a delicious luxury and I will admit to nodding off for a few minutes. Delightful!
On the other hand I thoroughly enjoyed lunch at a local tea shoppe with my neighbour Doreen and Claire (my daughter). That is, was and should be a thoroughly social event which gave me total joy and I hope it was reciprocal. No need to meditate over the soup and sandwich - I was having so much fun that I didn't notice how long the food took to bring to the table.
Reading all afternoon after lunch was a delicious luxury and I will admit to nodding off for a few minutes. Delightful!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Happiness inventory
OK - so my happiness blog has already been railroaded. I got distracted from joy by a pesky sprained ankle. However, that too brought good things, like my husband's unfailing attention bringing me everything from glasses of water to cups of tea and even surrendering the television to me for the whole evening. The most happiness was gained from the ankle miraculously healing overnight. A total surprise to me as the pain was bad.
So now I can pay more attention to what is good. The skill will be greater, I know, when I can talk about happiness in the midst of pain, but for now I am not that talented.
Today my joys were - the stellar sunny day, such as only Vancouver can bring with not a hint of humidity and white clouds like cotton balls stuck on the top of snow capped mountains: the Emperor Concerto played by Daniel Barenboim on the radio on the way to Aldergrove, the delicious lunch made by Betty of simple salmon sandwiches and soup, but so delicious after a long wait to cross the border that made me extra hungry: our first DQ of the year - a Moo latte for me - how scrumptious! Very food oriented today - I have an appetite again finally.
So now I can pay more attention to what is good. The skill will be greater, I know, when I can talk about happiness in the midst of pain, but for now I am not that talented.
Today my joys were - the stellar sunny day, such as only Vancouver can bring with not a hint of humidity and white clouds like cotton balls stuck on the top of snow capped mountains: the Emperor Concerto played by Daniel Barenboim on the radio on the way to Aldergrove, the delicious lunch made by Betty of simple salmon sandwiches and soup, but so delicious after a long wait to cross the border that made me extra hungry: our first DQ of the year - a Moo latte for me - how scrumptious! Very food oriented today - I have an appetite again finally.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Summer Love
Summer lurches from steamy elegance
In NYC, sardine closeness, and family mostness-
To azure sea and virgin beach, Caribbean rhythm and happy talk.
Golden light.
A guitar tuned too tight for the wedding pair,
Love in the air.
The final scene, wide splashy vistas of green and yellow
Alberta style.
Food, family, children, chattering, kitchen clattering.
Sardine closeness and family mostness.
Family love in many places, many faces and many embraces.
In NYC, sardine closeness, and family mostness-
To azure sea and virgin beach, Caribbean rhythm and happy talk.
Golden light.
A guitar tuned too tight for the wedding pair,
Love in the air.
The final scene, wide splashy vistas of green and yellow
Alberta style.
Food, family, children, chattering, kitchen clattering.
Sardine closeness and family mostness.
Family love in many places, many faces and many embraces.
The Happiness Project and other random thoughts
I have been reading "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Rubin and it has given me a few good ideas. I intend to blog every day about what has made me happy the previous day and I also realize that I need to laugh more - so I hope to record in my Blog things that will help with both of these goals.
Thinking about yesterday---- I was happiest, as usual, on my morning walk, when the world was fresh after a night shower and sparkling clean in the sunshine. The breeze tempered the sun's rays and all was right with the world.
It was also fun making lunch for the family - Nanna came on the Handidart - even though my back will not hold up to much more than an hour of work. It is a pesky thing that slows me up now - nasty pain right between the shoulder blades. Nanna took my arm during the afternoon walk and her leaning on me was almost more than I could endure - but I toughed it out.
A charming story on the news topped up my happiness quotient. A young poet in Toronto has been writing love poems and randomly scattering them about the city for people to pick up and be amazed. What a lovely gift to the world! That inspired me to try something similar.
Thinking about yesterday---- I was happiest, as usual, on my morning walk, when the world was fresh after a night shower and sparkling clean in the sunshine. The breeze tempered the sun's rays and all was right with the world.
It was also fun making lunch for the family - Nanna came on the Handidart - even though my back will not hold up to much more than an hour of work. It is a pesky thing that slows me up now - nasty pain right between the shoulder blades. Nanna took my arm during the afternoon walk and her leaning on me was almost more than I could endure - but I toughed it out.
A charming story on the news topped up my happiness quotient. A young poet in Toronto has been writing love poems and randomly scattering them about the city for people to pick up and be amazed. What a lovely gift to the world! That inspired me to try something similar.
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