Being Happy

Posted on June 6, 2015

Today, Danny and I took the drone and waked down to where the creatures were all swimming. After playing with the drone for a bit, Danny and I jumped in and as a family, we played all sorts of games for a while. The only thing that could have made it better, was if our other 6 creatures were there too.

Mom and Dad were fascinated with the drone, and Danny’s skills in flying it. He continues to amaze me.

There is so much beauty everywhere. Real beauty – the ever changing raw beauty that can only be found in nature. I am so grateful for my eyesight so that I can see the unending palette of color in flowers and trees, and for good hearing that allows me to hear sounds of nature, our children’s laughter, and Danny heartbeat against my ear.

This evening Danny took me outside to see Mom and Dad’s back yard. In the black of night it looks like a fairies playground.

Little glass balls glow softly among the flowers, hummingbird lights stand tall and gradually change color, and hanging baskets hang like colorful moons over it all.  A little bit of Heaven.

It’s interesting what goes on in ones mind when, after weeks of chaos things slow down to where life trickles in slowly…rather than as a rogue wave. I’m beginning to understand the importance of personal happiness. It all begins with gratitude and love. Pride destroys it. I believe that the reason why people in general are less happy today, and why so many marriages end in divorce, is because we have all become so prideful and have developed an unrealistic and tragic sense of entitlement. In my life right now I can focus on the pain of watching my sweet Daddy suffer with this terrible disease, and be angry about it, or I can focus with gratitude on our memories, amazing bonds of love and the gift it is to be his daughter.

It is my goal to be happier than ever before.  To love deeper and without fear or reservation. To love myself. I believe that as I do this, those around me will in turn, feel more connection and happiness and love from me. After all, what else matters?