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HAPPINESS

Some people believe happiness is a myth…of that assumption I have my doubts

for every day I am glad to discover so much to be happy about.

 

When I was young I’d secretly hope the day would never end

when I was outside playing in my neighborhood with friends.

 

or when seated around our table…talking non-stop…incessantly

eating, in between our words, with friends and family.

 

In my neighborhood, in my house…at my table…up a tree…

happiness was everywhere I went…it seemed to be following me.

 

and it continues to follow me today…with family, with friends…when talking,

when eating, playing, singing, dancing,…in silence or when walking.

 

In a mountain lake wildly swimming with family…I feel just as much elation

as when sitting quietly in a church for my granddaughter’s confirmation…

 

It is not a myth that happiness surrounds my heart…

allowing it to float carefree

or that each day it is more and more enhanced

 

by the people surrounding me.


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HOW COULD HE HAVE KNOWN

While writing the story of his life

when he reached the part where his heart needed mending

how could he have ever known 

she would come along

and write his happy ending.

 

That she would create his joy

his comfort

would compose his music 

and his laughter

and the rest of the story would write itself

as

 

happily ever after.


A REASON COMES ALONG

 When asked the secret to his happiness

the old man smiled, “It originates in me.

for I am usually as happy

as I decide to be.”

 

“It’s amazing”, the old man continued

as he stood up proud and strong…

“each day I decide to be happy first.”

and then a reason comes along.


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ANOTHER WONDERFUL DAY

Life is made up of wonderful moments….

Little moments that come our way…

that combine with other wonderful moments

to become a wonderful day!

 

Take yesterday for instance…the moment my feet hit the ground

everywhere I looked…wonderful moments….all around…

 

Deborah and I took a walk with a friend…early morning before the crowds.

We watched the sun rise over the water…painting colors on the clouds.

 

When we reached the pier…out in the water….under an ever-changing sky

A dolphin mommy and her baby…happily swimming by.

 

Deborah made a batch of shortbread for Rick, our nephew,

(as a baker she’s well versed)

Still…no shortbread ever leaves our house

until I taste it first!

 

We rode in our golf cart to a restaurant

where we met Rick and of a wonderful lunch we partook…

We talked for hours and Rick gave us ‘A Day In The Life Of Marlon Bundo’

 a wonderful Children’s book.

 

These wonderful moments were but a few

of the ones that came our way.

Wonderful moments that combined together

to make yesterday a wonderful day…

 

If today we string more wonderful moments together…

I think it becomes quite clear

how one great day will turn into another…

and we’ll end up with a wonderful year…

 

And if we’re truly lucky, 

our wonderful moments will outweigh any sorrowful moments of strife

and one great year will turn into another

 

and we’ll end up with a wonderful life.


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IN THE FLIGHT OF THE TURTLE DOVE

No matter what happens in his life…he never speaks of pain

Instead he finds treasures in his troubles and pleasures in the rain.

 

When asked how he endures his suffering…how so easily he copes  

he answers that he only thinks of love…of happiness and hope.

 

He thinks of life as an adventure and all the beauty there is to see…

He finds his peace in the kindness of his friends…in the warmth of his family.

 

He looks at all the beauty in the world…he finds his inspiration in the turtle dove…

for he knows if he’s to thrive in life…he must fill his heart with love.

 

He says he’s much too busy…to ever speak of pain…

too busy finding treasures in his troubles and pleasures in the rain.

 

To busy finding inspiration in the flight of the turtle dove...

too busy filling his heart with hope…with happiness and love.

 

For he knows outward beauty is fleeting…that one day it will depart

 

and he knows the only lasting beauty…is the beauty in his heart…


ONE OLD FISHERMAN

Today we decided to take our kayaks to a mountain lake as part of the day we had planned.

The lake was deserted when we arrived…save for a kindly old fisherman.

 

And his grandson who he brought with him…their plan for the day…their wish…

to stand together on the banks of this beautiful lake and hopefully catch some fish.

 

When the old fisherman saw us unloading he came over and stood for a spell…

It seems, like every good fisherman, he had a few tales to tell.

 

He told us about growing up nearby, how he loved fishing even back then.

He told us how he loves returning to this lake with his grandson…

again…and again…and again…

 

He told stories about his family, this lake and these woods

stories he gathered up through the years…

stories that floated like music from his lips through the air and and into our ears…

 

His grandson interrupted saying, “ Grandpa, it’s time to go fishing.”

and reluctantly the old fisherman walked away

but I had the feeling if his grandson didn’t call him

he would have talked for the rest of the day.

 

And I’m pretty sure we would have listened…

Because when a fisherman tells stories…that’s what one does…

As he walked away we said it was nice to have met him…

And you know what…it really was!

 

Because as we all went off to the lake…they to fish…we to kayak as planned…

I couldn’t help thinking how this days adventure…had been enhanced by this old fisherman.

 

And isn’t that what makes life so wonderful?

How, eventually, we all come to understand

that our day can be made even more beautiful

 

by something we never had planned!


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BEST DAY EVER

I ran across this hat yesterday… 

on a shelf in a store is where I spied it…

and after thinking about it for a moment…I knew I had to buy it.

 

It’s a nondescript black baseball cap with a message I found clever

It merely reads across the front…

these three words…

best day ever.

 

I found it while we were with old friends having a truly wonderful day.

It really was the best day ever…so I bought it right away.

 

Then I remembered the day before…

We were with some different friends…who

we laughed and had a wonderful time with…

It was the best day ever too.

 

And what about the day before that?

Near as I could tell…it was also filled with wonder…

It was the best day ever as well.

 

And what about tomorrow?

We’re having lunch with another friend whom Deborah and I adore.

It will no doubt be the best day ever…

just like the day before…

 

And so I wonder…could each day be the best day ever?

Better than this day…better than that?

If that’s the case then I’m so glad…

 

for I’ll be wearing the right hat.


BETWEEN THE SIDEWALK AND THE STREET

We pass by her every day in fact our morning walk is not complete

until we pass the little sculpted rabbit who sits between the sidewalk and the street.

 

She’s a tiny sculpted rabbit…her only color…a faded grey.

Her head is bowed and her paws are clasped as if she’s about to pray.

 

We do not know the home owners or we’d offer them our praise

because they decorate their little sculpted rabbit for each and every holiday.

 

She dons a Santa hat at Christmas…on Halloween a mask covers her eyes

She wears bunny ears at Easter and holds flags on the 4th of July.

 

Through Memorial Day, Labor Day, Veteran’s Day, New Years…her patience is unerring

and every holiday as we walk by we can’t wait to see what she is wearing.

 

We stop, we take her picture…sometimes we linger there a while…

which proves it takes so little effort to make another person smile.

 

Like the homeowners who every holiday…make our morning walk complete

by decorating their little sculpted rabbit…

who sits between the sidewalk and the street.

 

 

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WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?

Have you ever wondered as we find ourselves 

on this rotating floating sphere…

What in the world is our purpose?

What are we doing here?

 

Are we here to be wicked to one another…

or to be kind, compassionate and fair?

Are we here to think only of ourselves…

or are we here to be generous and share?

 

Are we here to fight with one another…

in the air, on the land and sea?

or are we here to live together…

in peace…and harmony?

 

Are we here to suffer…to hate…to frown…

or do we have a choice?

A choice to cherish one another…

to love…to smile…rejoice? 

 

Are we here to be gentle or cruel…honest or deceitful?

Are we here to take or are we here to give?

If we weren’t created here merely to die…

then we must be here to live.

 

To live on this planet soaring through the heavens 

adrift in time and space,

to live together as one people…

to make this world a better place….

 

To come to the realization

our one intention…one goal…one aim

is to be happy and make other people happy

For in the end…they’re both the same.

 

 

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