Happiness Is In Our Hands
We tend to forget that happiness
doesn't come as a result of getting something
we don't have, but rather of recognizing and
appreciating what we do
have.-Frederick Keonig
Have you ever been inside of a box just big
enough to hold your entire body? I remember
feeling safe, secretive and secure...for
about five minutes. Then I'd want to stretch
my arms and legs and burst out of it like a
hatchling. There was always a flash of
freedom for all of my senses when I finally
stood up, looked around and took a deep breath.
Slight changes in routine this past
weekend had the same effect on me. Yoga
classes were canceled on Saturday in
observance of the 4th of July, a friend
came to town for a visit and I also had a
chance to see relatives that I hadn't seen
for over a year. There's nothing like seeing
your world through the eyes of others and I
plan to make the following a regular part of
my life:
Alter Time Schedules. You might
find a better way to do something, or learn
to appreciate what you've got going.
If I
make it to the Keauhou
Farmers Market on a Saturday, I try to
get there early, around 8am, so I can take my
fresh
veggies and flowers back home and leave in
time to teach my 10am yoga class. This
Saturday we got to market after 10am, the sun
was higher in the sky so it was hot and the
energy was different and I decided that I preferred getting there early, even if I felt a little hurried. I'll now look at my
early but small window of time as a chosen
pleasure, rather than as the "only time" I
can make it to market.
Fill in the blanks: "I don't ____ ____",
then go do it.This weekend I said, "I
don't watch tennis." My house guest got up at
3am to watch the Wimbledon finals and on
Sunday I caught the end of the Men's Finals
and loved it. I would have missed it if I had
stuck to my pronouncement.
I want to be more cautious of my absolute sentences or at least be sure that they end with the word "yet".
See Things for the First Time. Again
and Again. My aunt has been having
difficulty with her short term memory for a
few years and last night while at my home for
dinner, she kept
asking who the tall man in the room was.
When told that he was my son, she'd of course
remember the little boy she used to lavish
affection and gifts upon. "Oh my, you've
grown up to be so tall and handsome", she
said, every time she saw him anew. My son's
grandparents, wife, and mother-in-law were also
there to bask in her compliments, every time
she said it.
It was the perfect illustration of how
good thoughts and words can elevate the
emotions of those around you. I don't think
anyone felt sad last night about my aunt's fading
memory, she kept us all happy. Now if I can
only remember to do the
same...
Photo: by Kona photographer E.
Franke.



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