64. It Is Difficult To Know What To Do With So Much Happiness
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Happy Sunday friends!
Yesterday was exactly 50 years since my parents got married.
I remember as a kid my mom explaining why they’d chosen that date and exactly what a palindrome is (17-7-71). That was the precise moment my life-long love affair with maths and numbers began. Marriage, not so much :-)
Here’s five more things you may find interesting and/or meaningful.
1. A Morning Prayer
2. Touch As A Love Language
Will never take hugs for granted again.
3. Made by hand, please handle with love
The perfect teapot doesn’t exi——-
4. Extreme Larks
The Life of a Person Who Wakes Up Really, Really Early.
(also related, ask all my night owl friends how they feel about taking trips with me)
5. A Poem
So Much Happiness — Naomi Shihab Nye
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…..
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.
See you next Sunday.
SO good! Love the prayer 😀🙏