Happy is a verb – The Morning Chronicles Jan.29

On one of my morning walks with Largo this week – always a time to meditate – out of the blue a thought dropped into my head.
Probably the consequence of watching the news and seeing nothing but misery, hate, bad financial developments… You name it.
Or watching that documentary about a circus school in Afghanistan and seeing the sparkle in those children’s eyes.

There was never a moment in history – I guess – where we had that much of anything.
That much luxury,
that much technology
and that much books written about happiness.
The how’s, the why’s.
The means to, or not to.
The do’s the don’ts.
Techniques to apply, therapies to follow…
One could easily turn unhappy because it’s impossible to read or do all that.

Me myself feel ever so often
“just not happy”

But there I walked. Precious Largo on his leash in front of me, looking over his shoulder “hey mom, still following?”.
The streets deserted but everywhere nice houses, warm inside.
The weather outside was frightful (!) – heavy bursts of wind hitting my face, rain blowing in all directions.
But, I was walking, free.
Able to wear what I want.
No fear necessary to be harassed or worse.
I can go where I want, when I want,
eat whatever, whenever I feel something we call “hunger”.
Even our dog has more and better food than many children have.

But still everyone is searching for that abstract happiness, promoted in magazines… It became a well paying, commercial topic.

And although you can’t measure your own happiness by the unhappiness of others, this thought popped up: maybe I must start every walk with a little awareness of how lucky we are, being able to do all of the above, freely.
Happiness sits between one’s ears. It is what it is.
You can’t force it.
Neither can you buy it….
Maybe, just maybe, there’s the key… We have become so used to being able to buy about anything, that we turn unhappy with what money can’t buy…. Money doesn’t make you happy, but we have started to think it does.

Happy is thinking of what we do have, instead of what we don’t.
Happy is reminding ourselves to think about that, from time to time.
That’s why I think happy is a verb… You have to work on it.



The Morning Chronicles – July 21.


It’s a national holiday here in Belgium. But we are not a country that really celebrates this event massively. So for most of us belgians it’s just a welcome “do-not-have-to-work” day. The moment i type this my hb and pup are still sound asleep.
I escaped quietly to my creative room. Got tired of lying awake already for 2 hours and lost track of all the thoughts haunting me inside my head. It’s making me too nervous, too affraid.
I must find some calmth, peace of mind… And that is so utterly difficult for me. I wish i was more lighthearted, less of the worrying kind.

Ok, being in this state of mind means I need to do something with my hands. Paint, plant, knit, clean even… anything that can take my mind off of things.

20140721-170703-61623454.jpgPaint it will be. I have a red balance here, bought as a prop some 2 years ago. But, coming home with it… well… i didn’t like the red… Thus it has been idly sitting on a top shelf all that time. But recently i discovered Annie Sloan paint… I guess the balance will change color…. The after look will be revealed tomorrow ;)

See you, Marl1een xo

The Morning Chronicles – July 20.

Worrying ’bout things that will not happen to me…

Sunday morning mostly is an easy peasy day here at our home. We don’t need to get up (luckily our pup is not a morning “person”) and we try not to plan too much activities outdoors as our weekdays are mostly hectic enough.
Depending on the past events I sleep longer or wake up early… The latter points in the direction of a rather exciting or turbulent week. Given the past week, it was an early wake up after a mere 3 hours sleep.
The wheels in my head kept on turning, tumbling, racing, jumping from one thought to another. Real worries and hypothetical ones.


Especially the – let’s face it – trivial quarrel with that blasted neighbor was not worth lying awake for. I am quite sure many people will shake their heads and wonder why on earth I am that troubled with it, and they are right. I wish I was able to treat it – and him – the way dogs do. Turn my back on it, shake it off, and go on with my life. But I can’t. Probably it’s one of my major problems: not being able to let go.

And what’s more, in my head I make so many conversations with that man. “If he says this, I’ll say that. And i have to remember so and so, i’ll write it down or i’ll forget, he’s been a pain for much too long, for too many people, who does he think he is? etc. etc. ”
Stupid, unnecessary hypothetical conversations that lead to nowhere and nothing, but to making me more nervous, more sleepless and tired.
They have only one advantage , if ever one of them would take place, my mind will be very prepared to give the right answers. But what are the chances such happens?
I do promise myself however, time and time again to live by the wonderful Jason Mraz song: Living in the moment.
Especially this piece of its lyrics is very applicable to this phenomenon:

If this life is one act
Why do we lay all these traps
We put them right in our path
When we just wanna be free

I will not waste my days
Making up all kinds of ways
To worry ’bout all the things
That will not happen to me

So I just let go
Of what I know I don’t know
And I know I only do this by
Living in the moment

In case you never heard the song, check it out, I love it (Jason Mraz, Living in the Moment)

Now I’m going to catch up on that lost sleep, and after that I’ll plant an avocado :) and join @jofabi (IG) in the #theavocadoclub – excited to see it develop.

See you. Marl1xo