Sunday, January 30, 2011

Sunday Afternoon Thoughts

What better inspiration for happy things than a sunny Sunday afternoon? Home from church and cuddled up with my fuzzy socks, a good book and a notepad. There's something about thick roastbeef sandwiches with the family, and sitting around laughing after a good church service with friends. I wear jeans to my church now, but I still remember that feeling as a kid of coming home and stripping off my nylons after church, putting my head on my mum's lap while we watched a movie in sweatpants. Therefore, Sunday afternoons are my number 1 favorite thing today. 

Fearless nailpolish...shiny, wet, thick. I love how it can cover my flaws, help me take on a new persona, and somehow just create a fresher outlook on life. Once I've glided the cold layer over my pale fingernails I feel different, more feminine. I find my own hands irresistible to stare at and am ready to take on the long as I don't have to actually touch anything, that is. Scary metaphor?

Butter. In the words of Julie Powell, author of 'Julie and Julia:'
"Is there anything better than butter? Think it over, any time you taste something that's delicious beyond imagining and you say 'what's in this?' the answer is always going to be butter. The day there is a meteorite rushing toward Earth and we have thirty days to live, I am going to spend it eating butter. Here is my final word on the subject, you can never have too much butter."

I love big questions. I'm a bit of a hypochondriac at times, and find any sort of chance to deconstruct any symptom at all, to find the root cause, quite exhilarating (I may get this from my addiction to watching the TV Show 'House'...or perhaps watching 'House' just feeds into my obsessive/neurotic view of my body?). Point being, no matter the symptom I like to find the reason. The symptom may be physical and may indicate a physical issue, or I may find myself less passionate, more me a personality hypochondriac if you will: I'm convinced that actions are not random. This is when the big questions shine...if I ask myself this:
I love the possibilities of my future when I am honest with my answer.

I love words. This won't be the first or last time I bring this up...words move me, break me, build me. They give me strength and they make me weak and vulnerable to their pull. Shane Koyczan breathes words and takes my breath away...again, again, again.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

6 Things that Make Me Happy

Was going to be a list of 5 Things, until I found number 6 and knew it had to be shared. So here we go, let's start with...

A Gorgeous scrappy-scrapbook...I fall in love with my own scrapbooks and journals. When they get so worn-in that they melt in your hands they become more than a book, or blank pages. They become a sacred space.

A Brilliant Idea...sometimes isn't it the the smallest things which can make the biggest differences? Run with that metaphor!

A Happy Song...first few chords and I had melted. There's something about passion that is irresistible.

I'm feeling a bit sentimental this morning, and Marley can always be counted on for wise words that make me happy...happy to be a human capable of absorbing and giving love.
"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."
— Bob Marley

Witnessing another in a moment of unbridled happiness can make me pretty damn happy too.
And last but not least...
That's right. That just happened.