Posted by Dinah on February 22, 2002, at 18:59:33
In reply to Re: My son, mountains, gardens, dogs, a good book » Dinah, posted by IsoM on February 22, 2002, at 16:09:58
IsoM, you are a delight.
You are exactly right. Enjoyment is great and if I ever am unable to laugh out loud during "The Germans" episode of Fawlty Towers I am in very bad shape indeed. But happiness comes from nature, pets, and people. I especially love the things in nature that make me feel very small - mountains, the sky, a vista of ocean, the total blackness in that moment when they turn off all the lights in a cave tour. All those things give me a feeling of exultation and joy.I've never done the mirror thing, although it sounds like something I would have done. I was a little girl who lived in her own elaborate world of make believe (interspersed with "Get Smart" games with a few real living friends). It sounds interesting and I'll have to give it a try.
But if you'll forgive a small tangent...
When I think of happy I think of a 2 1/2 lb., 7 1/2 in. dog born on Thanksgiving Day and very aptly named Bounteous Blessing. Just looking at her little face or glimpsing her little freckled feet caused a bubble of happiness to grow inside me until I practically burst. She was the very personification (caninization?) of happiness. She was full of life and energy and had an indomitable spirit. I hope you won't be offended, but sometimes your posts remind me of her a bit. I loved that little dog more than anything or anyone. My now husband was terribly jealous of her, and rightly so. I am completely serious in saying I would have married that little dog if I could have, practicalities aside.
I'm reluctant to add this because I don't want to bring the mood of this delightful thread down. So please don't be sad for me. Thinking of her still brings a bubble of happiness to me, and this happened almost 15 years ago and with the help of therapy I came to terms with it at least 2 or 3 years ago. But I accidentally killed her a few months before her seventh birthday by accidentally knocking her off the bed, where she slept on the small of my back. For the longest time I thought of that moment as the moment I killed happiness.
But still when I hear the word "happiness" I think of my Bounteous Blessing.
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