tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929374.post8793588953621445145..comments2023-11-03T03:49:46.528-05:00Comments on Trixie's Home: Happy New Year!Trixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405956286050242058noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929374.post-36209450828588433722007-01-03T09:01:00.000-06:002007-01-03T09:01:00.000-06:00I am happy when I buy my next plane ticket home. ...I am happy when I buy my next plane ticket home. Just knowing when I will be going home next is a joy.mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12023155377489857083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929374.post-51730490371200562082007-01-02T21:49:00.000-06:002007-01-02T21:49:00.000-06:00This is pretty everyday maybe, but when words come...This is pretty everyday maybe, but when words come together just right for me, I almost always have the distinct feeling that I've been touched by ... God, or something. And that makes me happy.Erudite Redneckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04830721195868387265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929374.post-10885018446734511602007-01-02T21:20:00.000-06:002007-01-02T21:20:00.000-06:00Some things that make me happy:
The happiness of ...<I>Some things that make me happy:</I><br /><br />The happiness of my loved ones<br />Unsolicited affection<br />Unconditional love<br />A job I have done well<br />Intelligent & interesting talk<br />Time to write<br />Working with my hands<br />Order (though I rarely achieve it!)Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929374.post-13767146747370809332007-01-02T00:04:00.000-06:002007-01-02T00:04:00.000-06:00In no particular order:
Philanthropic service, e...In no particular order: <br /><br />Philanthropic service, especially when working with people.<br /><br />Learning something new about how the universe and the life in it works. <br /><br />Learning how to do something new.<br /><br />Watching my children deeply involved in exploring their world.<br /><br />When something I write really takes off. When I succeed in getting the story in my head on paper.<br /><br />Those moments that I'm laying next to my husband in bed and we are talking about interesting things.the granolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13304086552402286745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929374.post-72397508527377325922007-01-01T22:08:00.000-06:002007-01-01T22:08:00.000-06:00All my children are at the table. They are laughi...All my children are at the table. They are laughing and joking. Their wives and husband are there too. The food is good. There is nothing pending, nothing to rush off to. Hot chocolate laced with Bailey's Irish Creme is being served.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929374.post-51373673407171981392007-01-01T20:39:00.000-06:002007-01-01T20:39:00.000-06:00Happy New Year, Trixie!
I'll have to get back to ...Happy New Year, Trixie!<br /><br />I'll have to get back to you on the question. It will take some thought, but I think writing will figure in the answer.SBBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00210338251868486006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929374.post-45603105945923565952007-01-01T20:23:00.000-06:002007-01-01T20:23:00.000-06:00This one is complicated for me currently, but I ca...This one is complicated for me currently, but I can pinpoint a time when I knew bliss, which for me is more than happiness. I used this moment in the novel I'm currently writing.<br /><br /><i>“We then sailed a good way to Cape Lookout. The captain laid anchor on the sound side of the cape, within swimming distance of the island.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “Capt. Dan said that we could either dive off the boat and swim to the island for the nature hike portion or we could catch a ride in the dingy.”<br /><br />“You chose the swim.” Ian caressed her arms.<br /><br />“I did.” Her voice took on a dreamy quality. “The air was warm. When I hit the water, I instantly felt the salt. It was so concentrated. The water was almost hot, like a bath for a baby.” She hugged her shoulders. “The water wrapped around me. Bubbles tickled my skin as I arched my way to the surface. I floated on my back with ease. God, that. . .that was bliss. It was . . .”<br /><br />Ian finished for her, “Sensual.”<br /><br />“Yes. I like to remember that feeling when I'm sad. The feel of that water was unlike anything I have ever felt.”</i><br /><br />I don't know if it is happiness or just comfort, but when I am standing on a beach in the later hours of the afternoon and early evening I know that I am whole, real, and connected to the earth.Sarabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05044786582426844753noreply@blogger.com