If Only

Happiness– which is total and complete satisfaction with yourself. This means you realize that nothing and nobody else can make you happy. Happiness is something you get from yourself. If you’re completely satisfied with yourself, nobody can take it away from you. ##the RZA

Thoughts on Happiness

I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess. She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is what peace of mind was all about: having a poisonous snake on your head and smiling anyway.

Wally Lamb

Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.

Wally Lamb

If you can’t make it better, you can laugh at it.

Erma Bombeck

In two decades I’ve lost a total of 789 pounds. I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.

Erma Bombeck

It is better to be small, colorful, sexy, careless, and peaceful..

Tom Robbins

In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that’s continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.

Tom Robbins

Silence

Silence is essential.  We need silence, just as much as we need air, just as much as plants need light.  If our minds are crowded with words and thoughts, there is no space for us!

Thich Nhat Hanh

 

the Work of Happiness by May Sarton

 

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I thought of happiness, how it is woven
Out of the silence in the empty house each day
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
But the tree is lifted by this inward work
And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.
So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours
And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:
The old chest in the corner, cool waxed floors,
White curtains softly and continually blown
As the free air moves quietly about the room;
A shelf of books, a table, and the white-washed wall—
These are the dear familiar gods of home,
And here the work of faith can best be done,
The growing tree is green and musical.
For what is happiness but growth in peace,
The timeless sense of time when furniture
Has stood a life’s span in a single place,
And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir
The shining leaves of present happiness?
No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,
But where people have lived in inwardness
The air is charged with blessing and does bless;
Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.

Religion and the Dog

smile bog

Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are – or what?
I’m not aware of too many things

But I do know the smile on a dog…is religion!