Well; this is a deep subject. Deep because trying to finish it will bring me face to face with those inner demons with whom I evade at every corridor . Deep because I really don’t know what I am going to say but yet intrinsically I know that what ever I say, will be something . So on to the idea that we could map out our happiness and dial it in like Tommy’s 4th grade school shot.
There I was, sitting there, pondering whether or not to go on will this silly charade or get up and do something else. Let’s talk about the something else for a minute shall we?
The something else is too horrible to think about so as I extrapolate stress and decode mental chaos, I want you to recognize what I do for my craft. How I suffer. Doesn’t even matter what my real problems are. That though is important. So where wasn’t I ?
Biggest thing: the double tiered clothes rack in my room collapsed. Initially it fell against the door and I was surprised how resistant it was to open. No. I wasn’t that. I was just tickled I had something new to do. Something involved that would take time to remedy, and especially fond am I of the tasks that also entail me having to rethink an entire room or start from scratch on some project. So there I was writing while I had so many other things to think about. figure out. Make decisions on.
And then it hit me! I could just stand up and go out back walk around to my sisters ethereal art garden and get high. That would a) get me mind off me troubles for minute!
b) Possibly allow for an idea to make the whole mess of my life an easier thing to manage. All healing comes through play. A lightening of the heart. And here we are: at a perfect segway to the article.
Bliss is what you experience when you let go of the grip the ego has on our consciousness.
Bliss is where you find yourself when you relate to other happiness
Bliss is when you feel so good, the world doesn’t have a care at all.
Bliss is seeing the thing you striving for ; achieved. Attained.
Bliss is certainly flying through the air. Bliss is certainly swing ing on a big swing.
Bliss is surely spending time raising a child
bliss is mostly a personal escalation of our sense of well being.
An enchanting moment in time spent gleaming
I’m still not anywhere closer to listing my woes am I ? Oh well. Maybe next never.
