Happiness: the fleeting dream that eludes most of us. I am often miserable, pressed for time, running around in my insular little world, only catching glimpses of the world around me as I peer through dung coloured glasses. Yet the solution to my dilemma is remarkably easy.
Take off my dung coloured lenses.
Look and really see all the blessings around me.
Appreciate and allow gratitude to come to life within me once again.
A therapist would charge you hundreds of dollars to teach you how to do this, calling this method cognitive therapy.
I will give you this key to happiness for free.
- A friend of mine, Martha, once asked one of my daughters, when she was about six, what she liked most about Christmas. She replied immediately,
- Similarly, one evening before dinner Claire, now a young adult, said,
- A few months back, Claire was recounting how pleased she was with a plant in her garden. Realizing that she was enjoying such a small thing she laughed,
- The things that raise my spirits are usually small and most people would not consider them significant. For example, one Christmas I was very tired and only one gift brought me genuine joy. It was hand crocheted dish clothes from my friend Cathy. ..dish clothes, beautifully made, colourful, something I used a hundred times a day.