Knowing that I am loved, imperfections and all.
Having dirt under my nails and sweat on my brow.
The smell of rotting leaves and woodsmoke.
Moving with Fate.
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Mastering a useful skill.
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Crows cawing in our yard for their morning yum-yums, and the sound of them laughing as I bring it out.
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Snorgling under a mountain of blankets with my furball and my better half in the heart of Winter.
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Frolicking in the woods and then having a picnic on a bed of moss underneath and old tree.
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Seeing old farmsteads revived and used as farms once again.
{photo by Gregg Obst}
Witnessing random acts of kindness.
{photo by ~maya*maya~}
Getting lost in a pile of good books.
{photo by Lin Pernille}
Seeing elders pass on their wisdom to eager young-folk.
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Horses! The whisker rubs, the long rides, the whinnies, the smell of hay. Even scooping up their muffins for the garden compost pile. Everything about them makes me giddy.
{photo by kelsey_lovefusionphoto}
Saving and sharing seeds. It's like giving a middle finger salute to the corporate thugs who think that they can patent and own life.
{photo by kt.ries}
Remembering just how much influence my Grandparents had on me and being told that in many ways I am like them.
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Seeing old farmsteads revived and used as farms once again.
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Witnessing random acts of kindness.
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Getting lost in a pile of good books.
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Seeing elders pass on their wisdom to eager young-folk.
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Horses! The whisker rubs, the long rides, the whinnies, the smell of hay. Even scooping up their muffins for the garden compost pile. Everything about them makes me giddy.
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Saving and sharing seeds. It's like giving a middle finger salute to the corporate thugs who think that they can patent and own life.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8zTlrsdTdAHdZV_qaT4uKAQBT3lCzB6ukjSgYKuJhGW0LlDxe3MMsSymGvj6-i6FPdL6yw1FhNPNOx4D0nGTu95FLeituGGqem9lhJLnco1yJ3KkaHGR6lT-FRMYxNecbEnF2azgdae8/s400/5691838332_10693fb210_b.jpg)
Remembering just how much influence my Grandparents had on me and being told that in many ways I am like them.
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What is happiness for you?
Sláinte!
Laurel
Sláinte!
Laurel
4 comments:
I love all the things you mentioned! I would have to add going to the river, coffee, and bubble baths.
Those are great things too! Perhaps they can be combined if you use a little soapwort for the "bubbles". ;)
You've selected things I am in total agreement with - I was in the woods the other day and could detect woodsmoke and thought to myself I LOVE this smell so much!
I would add that my happiness increases proportionately to the amount of control / freedom I feel I have over / in my own life - as well as basic things like tea, food, music, yoga and sunshine..which reminds me: being able to hang clothes outside to dry after a long winter :)
Oh yes! Hanging the laundry is such a nice little luxury to have! :)
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