Happiness: Everyday Magic, Day 162

Sometimes I’m just very happy, inexplicably too. But then again, I find that if I’m not immersed in the stress of life, weighed down by the schemes and worries of my little mind and the big world, I’m usually pretty darn happy. What makes me happy? Feeling healthy, light and free, awake or sleepy but without agenda…..and sometimes with agenda. The more I think about it, the more I can’t get exact or even general.

“Happiness. It comes on/ unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really….” Raymond Carver wrote in his poem “Happiness.” It isn’t the result of a formula, the achieving of a goal, the absence of pain. The sun today makes me happy, the warm coming through the large windows from where I sit in the upstairs gallery above Signs of Life. Justin Marable’s art all around makes me happy, especially the way he uses suns and moons as off-center cores of his work. The wooden floor, the comfortable but sturdy black leather chair, the Christmas tree with an off-center candy-cane striped bow on top, the woman who just circles this room, smiling at the art — all of this adds to the happiness I feel.

But happiness is also much more like a place to arrive, a pool of light to step into, a perch to stand on from which to view the world. It’s a despite-and-because-of, beyond-reach-and-within-touch kind of place to breathe into, and from this place, to look around and within, and feel the innate joy of being alive and well while the people below me drink coffee and chat about the holidays, while the train several blocks away sing-howls its arrival, while the late afternoon sun cusps the buildings.


2 thoughts on “Happiness: Everyday Magic, Day 162

  1. ah, happiness. that feeling that skips away into hiding when you try to flesh it out with words, that feeling that often appears out of nowhere to take our breath away. that elusive, addictive happiness.

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