What is happiness? The pure pleasure of a cool swim on a hot day. There’s something I’ve always loved about the water. I love just playing, there’s no other word to describe it. Dancing in the deep end, flipping somersaults underwater and being exuberant because I CAN. I’m so clumsy, always tripping over my own feet but in the water I’m a DANCER, I’m graceful and lithe and I love it.
It’s the same with Yoga. Instead of feeling like a size twelve in a size seven world I feel balanced, poised. Happiness for me is a long slow exhale while I find my space in a pose. Happiness is listening to jazz while I fed Ellie, the sun setting in the backyard, spilling honey-sunshine over the trees. A deer looks up from grazing, his velvet horns caught in the dying light. They glow like there’s magic on them and I gaze back in wonder. I’ve got no joke for this, this sudden connection with nature I’ve gained. I’m in awe, and I love it.
Happiness is also a hot bath with suds to my eyebrows and a cold glass of wine. It’s cuddles with Ellie after a good nap. It’s running to HEB by myself and blasting the music so loud I can’t hear myself singing along with it. Cooking with Bill, chopping vegetables side by side while Ellie plays. Reading a good book. Sipping a hot mug of green tea. A juicy peach.
I have a long list of what makes me happy and you know what? I’m constantly on the look-out for things that will make me even happier. There are dips in life and dark places. I will soak and store up the sun while I am sitting in it. And if life never veers me into the cold shadows again well, I’ll be grateful and surprised. And if not, I will have lots of sun-pictures in my head to keep me warm. Namaste y’all.