Thursday, May 21, 2009

I was standing on my porch last night in the very beginnings of summer heat, surveying the lush green arboreal landscape, watching the wind blow through fields of grass, turning it belly up and exposing its purple side, smelling the sweet, new, lily-white flower blossoms that hang heavy and full in the trees.. and i was flooded with this overwhelming sense- I'm happy.

Happy. Not just content. But actually happy. Happy to be alive, happy to be here. Happy to be there. Just, in general, happy.

Maybe it's just love that does that to you? I hear that love is blinding, but I don't find it to be so. I think I'm faced daily with many of charlie's faults-- and vice versa-- and we just know, accept, and love each other regardless.

sometimes we talk about moving to the west coast, starting an organic farm... that makes me excited. but for the first time in my life, i'm not chomping at the bit to advance my situation. I'm content right where I am, and I could stay here for a while, happily. It's nice to not feel restless. It's nice to feel right.


Ceilidh Willow said...

Goodness, Lissie. So wonderful to be there. I'm so happy that you're happy. (true fact: there is a word for this feeling - mundita- deriving happiness from other's happiness). And interestingly enough, I too, was feeling this happiness thing this morning. It's pretty great. I love you.

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Cassandra said...

<3 U.

By the way... whenever one leaves a comment on blogs, for some reason there is a "word verification" for security reasons. And to my complete satisfaction, my word verification right now is "testi."