Snow Gypsies

Quarry in the snow panoramic by Addison

 

Last Friday night we got a late start in leaving town. I hoped the roads weren’t icy where we were headed. They weren’t, and we made good time along the journey. We entered enchanted landscape driving the country roads. Luna was dressed in her full gown with her celestial bridesmaids in tow…their golden auras gleamed upon a pristine vista of snow. The velvet night was as light as day. We became silent witnesses to this sacred night. Sorry, no photos of the night. Here are a few my son had taken earlier in the day of our destination…home; the place I grew up.

Snowy Old Home Place Panoramic by Addison

Big Mama Horse in the snow by Addison

 

This little old snow gypsy had shown her face about a year ago. She returned this winter and has claimed this land as home for now. She is fed several times a day and roams as she pleases, so I think she’s happy. I’m sure she’s ready for spring. As beautiful as this snow was, I’m ready for spring as well.

The Search For Happiness

“Happiness is like a cat. If you try to coax it or call it, it will avoid you. It will never come. But if you pay no attention to it and go about your business, you’ll find it rubbing against your legs and jumping into your lap.” — William Bennett

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Happiness isn’t sitting in a gift wrapped box waiting to be opened. It isn’t a link on a chain of events that one gets to after marking other things off the list. It isn’t the destination of a storybook life or the reward of a successful career.

Happiness can’t be caught as it flies by on the tail of the wind. It is a way of life. Choosing to be happy is a decision you, me, or anyone, can make. Happiness stems from the positive attitude in any given situation.

The happiest people have times of sadness and anger.  It’s how they handle those times that determine their happiness. By not focusing on the negative aspects of life, becoming resentful, or refusing forgiveness, one opens the door to happiness and allows peace to dwell.

The search for happiness is an inner journey. It is the result of knowing and liking yourself and sharing your love with others. Happiness is the agreement between your heart and your way of life.

What do you feel is the secret to happiness?

Beneath Voice

Life is always flowing on like a river, sometimes with murmurs, sometimes without bending this way or that, we do not exactly see why; now in beautiful picturesque places, now through barren and uninteresting scenes, but always flowing with a look of treachery about it; it is so swift, so voiceless, yet so continuous. — (Faber)

Life is always flowing on like a river, sometimes with murmurs, sometimes without bending this way or that, we do not exactly see why; now in beautiful picturesque places, now through barren and uninteresting scenes, but always flowing with a look of treachery about it; it is so swift, so voiceless, yet so continuous. — (Faber)

Cold seeped into my soul this past week as Mother Nature blew in like a gypsy dancing and shaking her tambourines. Her fingernails tapped against the window panes and her voice shrilled though the air. She ranted and raved while this old house simply moaned arthritically to the tantrum outside. While I was not excited with yet two more snow falls, I bundled up and enjoyed the wonderland left by the icy nomad. Knowing what I needed to do, I decided I would enjoy the task. Yes, even shoveling snow can be pleasant when approached with the right frame of mind.

What good does it do to complain? Venting eases the tension within, but it doesn’t change the weather or the remaining circumstances, snowy and icy sidewalks. Regardless of whether we are vocal, we do what needs to be done because that is the way we are wired.

When approached with the mundane tasks of daily living we simply put one foot in front of the other. We’re not always thrilled with where we are, what we’re doing, or even where we’re going. We wear our masks or smiles and keep on moving. We trudge along not really understanding why we feel this way, but somehow we know we will get where we are supposed to be…so then the question is if we are uncomfortable where we are does that mean we are in the wrong place? I tend to be a believer that we are exactly where we are supposed to be at all times. Is it really important to understand the significance of our placement all the time?

Are we silent or do we speak up? When we are vocal, others offer us assurance and direction. I’ve found when I remain silent and allow the stirrings within nudge me the steps I take are natural to my soul. What is it beneath the still voice that drives us forward? It is heart or spirit? We often quickly adapt to change and don’t realize we are evolving. We are drops in the stream, a pulse of constant flow…over sticks, under rocks, a merging current rounding the bend. We are the beating hearts of the river, a song of spirit finding her way home.