Golden Days and the Pursuit of Happiness

almost 2 years ago

Rays of sunshine spill through to my soul, revealing the start of a beautiful day. Admittedly, it’s all about letting the sun shine in, making your day bright, and bringing it right to wherever you are, whatever you are doing. How could you want any different? Sometimes merely looking at life in a different way changes a few things. If it doesn't - really, what have you lost? A chance at being happy?

Golden opportunity, golden touch, golden boy, golden rule...Oh, the richness of gold. But wait, is gold really valuable? To whom and why? My girls like silver. Do they have less taste? Lower values? Now I wonder. Golden can mean that a person is in a desirable situation that will likely lead to some sort of success. He is golden. Yes... just like bringing me a small bunch of golden sunshine tightly bound in grosgrain ribbon. This is totally desirable and quite likely successful in making me happy. Celebrate those golden moments. Life awaits you in all its fullness and joy.

When you find that place of happiness, the rest will come on its own. I find that it seems to all flow in the same stream. Inner peace, world peace, prayers for peace, and the sometimes elusive - finding peace of mind. Peace be with you. Every. Single. Day.

Today's forecast: Sunshine and happiness. Always look forward to a great weather pattern!

It has been a challenging week with the house being all torn up as they fix the damage from the pipe that burst and flooded my house. Just a little, but, it had to be dried, ripped out, and put back together with new pieces. You know, the regular. On the days that I have to push a little on myself or stretch a bit to see the sunny side of life, I say to you: find pleasure in one thing today or this week, but it has to be totally disconnected from the almighty dollar. Something that will never make you a dime, but gives you that content feeling of pure happiness. Now we are talking. We can do this.

Very close! These Mallard ducklings were nesting under my bushes along the side of my house. She is taking them for a swim, then home again, home again, jiggity jig. Isn't nature amazing? Making something out of nothing. Behold, the miracle of life. ❤️

Just so you know, it isn't always sunshine and unicorns... But, I challenge you to find the beauty in it. There is beauty in everything, you just have to look. Then look again. There are times when it doesn't get lost on me. Sometimes I find that you can see the beauty in the demise of things. A special kind of beauty. Indeed: Everything is beautiful, in its own way. And just like that, this show is over. Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost