Tuesday, June 28, 2011

A Happy Post

"Keep your face to the sunshine and you will not see the shadows.”      
                                                                                    Helen Keller

It's a sunny day here in Pittsburgh, with big cottony clouds floating across the crisp blue sky.  The temperature is probably around 80 with high humidity.  It is Pittsburgh after all.  Sunshine, blue skies, the kind of day that helps me to feel grateful for my life.  So for a change of pace, I, Queen of All Things Dark & Twisty am going to write about something good.

Here are some things I'm feeling grateful for today.

On Sunday Sunshine and Happiness and I reclined in lounge chairs (or as she would call them loungers) all day in our yard.  I haven't done that since I don't know when.  The weather was just like today's and as I lay in the grass looking up at the sky I was 13 again and at Boyce Park wave pool, on my back watching the clouds form sailboats and little dogs and horses, listening to the Rolling Stones ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, Lord I Miss You, rubbing chapstick on my lips and Coppertone that had cooked in the sun all  over my shoulders, ears and nose and knowing, just knowing in my gut that life could never get any better than this. 

I am grateful for the additional 15 minutes S&H allows me every morning when the alarm goes off and I grumpily hit it.  Each day I mumble, "15 more minutes," roll over, put the cover over my head and sleep harder than I have for the entire night.  I am a crank a doodle in the mor-O-ning.

S&H's snuggling in the crook of my neck each morning with her shock of wild hair, morning breath and goofy laughter.  After my 15 minutes of course.

Nieces and nephews
Lil Wil, Claudia Cool J & Marky Mark
My Life with Sunshine and Happiness

10 toes, 10 fingers, eyes, ears, and a mouth that just won't stop working

Poetry, poetry, poetry

Happiness  - Raymond Carver

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

Don't even recognize me, do ya?