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 Evening Chronicles – july 31.

When all is quiet…

… i feel best. When the whole world seems to be sleeping, slowing down its pace, our home just “is” … My husband already asleep, the pup laying at my feet – apparently his fav place.

Those are the moments i like. As if you can hear the building come to itself, breathing its own rythm. No running stilettos anymore of the neighbors, no slamming doors. There’s a blind being lowered somewhere, then all returns to quiet.
I love being up then, if only for a few minutes. Alone, wrapping up the day, standing in the kitchen, leaning against the – preferably cleaned – sink, sipping a last cup of my favorite mango tea with honey.

My precious pup is already in his bench by then. Rolled up like a croissant on his pillow, looking at me from underneath his brown eyebrows, his shiny, bright, dark brown eyes following my every move… “When do i get that treat and those words i don’t understand, before it turns totally dark?”…

It’s good that moment… The day passes me in some flashes “glad with the new drapes i made, looking good. Why again did i cry this afternoon?…” A sigh, putting down the cup, blowing out the candle underneath the little white teapot. The fridge door opening, i know pup’s eyes are wide open now…

I kneel down by his bench, looking into those big, brown, beautiful eyes. He gets his favorite treat accompanied by our words, the same every night, i am sure he recognizes them… “Goodnight Largo, sweet dreams… And you know, we are calm and peaceful and safe, everywhere, always… Nighty night Largo…”