…but it looks inviting, doesn’t it?
I don’t know what’s on the other side…
…but it looks inviting, doesn’t it?
happiness is…
This morning I got up before anybody else, ran a pot of coffee, and sat down at the kitchen table to read a little and enjoy the silence. It’s one of those little pleasures that I’m grateful for in this time of my life. No more racing out the door trying to get little ones to school or church or activities…just me. And the dog.
That damn dog has wriggled her way into my heart in a rather unexpected way. It’s hard not to smile when she presses herself against my leg, wanting to be petted. It’s a little moment of happiness we share.
I’ve been making an effort to find these moments more often, and recognize them for what they are … little expressions of joy that fill my day, and fill up my spiritual and emotional tank.
“Life is made up of small pleasures. Happiness is made up of those tiny successes. The big ones come too infrequently. And if you don’t collect all these tiny successes, the big ones don’t really mean anything.” ~ Norman Lear
A stolen kiss in the kitchen. A favorite song that pops up on the radio. That delicious feeling of sliding between freshly laundered sheets. Getting through the green light at a busy intersection. I’m not particularly discerning about these things (well, maybe about those kisses in the kitchen — there shouldn’t be a limit on those).
I am, however, becoming more and more intentional about noting these moments and being grateful for them. Somehow, they’ve seemed to multiply because of it. Maybe…they were there all along.
What little things make you happy?
an unexpected pilgrimage
I spent the day in Augusta with Christy. We went on an errand that required we hang around for a few hours, patiently waiting to pick up an item we took for repair, so naturally, we went exploring. We didn’t get very far before we found the Sacred Heart Cultural Center, a de-sanctified Catholic church in a pretty sketchy part of town. We had to investigate. These pictures don’t do it any justice — the beauty of the artwork…the masonry…everything…was breath-taking. How tragic that this church was actually abandoned and set to be torn down, and how lucky that it was saved by a benefactor.
The pilgrimage continued down the street at the Church of the Most Holy Trinity, which you’ll see here, too. We were just going to sit in a Starbucks. Instead, we given a lovely gift.
Note you’ll see stained glass that covers the Joyful Mysteries (and a rosary set in stepping stones in a garden).