Cultivating Happiness

It is true, dear readers, that happiness must be cultivated.  It’s not a thing to be taken lightly nor something that we should assume just “comes naturally” for some people.  Happiness is our version of the memories that we have.  Happiness is finding joy in not only what we love to do but what we must do.  I speak as an authority, but really I’m a product still in the works when it comes to, as they say, “taking joy.”  Still, I like to think I’ve climbed at least a few rungs on the ladder.

Let’s take a peek at The Little Wild Garden on this winter morning.

I used to think I’d settle down with land.  Or at least a few acres?  Or an acre, even?  No.  I have a postage stamp yard.  During the first few years of my marriage I looked beyond my own fence (I really don’t even have a fence) and pined away for something bigger and better and prettier.  Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s okay to dream.  But we are where we are and we’ve got what we’ve got, and as I like to say, there’s one great equalizer:  We all only have today.  I am thankful that at some point I grabbed contentment by the tail, at least in the area of my own yard, and turned my yard into the most that I can make out of it.

I now say, dear little yard, you have become The Little Wild Garden.  You have creatures and herbs and birds singing.  You are all I could want and more.  Many of us may be waiting for the day when we have more (insert word of choice here), but for now maybe we can find a way to love what we have.

So there you’ve had it.  My speech for the day.  Could it be that it’s Monday and I have to work six hours this afternoon, and I am holding on with all my might to contentment’s tail?  I am looking for joy in duty, realizing that there’s a certain nobility that comes from doing what one must do.   Besides, I can dream up more brooch pins and dolls while I type away.

Late in the evenings, when the house gets quiet as a mouse, I work on my pins.  I put classical music on and get lost in cutting and twisting wire, poring over beads and looking through images.

My goal is to have 10 new things in the shop by Wednesday morning.  I have also finally learned how to get giclees printed from my mixed media collages and paintings, so hopefully I will be able to offer them in the shop soon too.  Fun, fun.

Well, it’s time to take the shopping basket and head to the local grocery.  I am thinking a large pan of roasted-in-the-oven vegetables for supper.  Potatoes, carrots, squash, onions, rutabaga–did I spell that right?, and maybe some brussel sprouts.  With olive oil, salt and spices, should go well with venison and brown rice.  (Thanks, mom, for the ideas on eating more vegetables.)

Enjoy this day!