Happiness

Love
(Yes, it is easy.)
Autumn leaves
(Why is it colour makes me smile?)
My new sofa
(Green and soft. Beautiful. Perfect for lazy Sundays.)
A nice cup of espresso when it's still dark outside
(Yes, and I don't even care for the company, me and my coffee will be enough.)
Friends
(I love you all.)
Memories
(Many of them connected with love. No wonder they make me happy.)
Music
(It fills me up and it puts me in motion.)
A sudden text message from someone I love
(Isn't that the nicest little sign saying "I just thought of you for no particular reason".)
Poetry
(There is so much magic in poetry. Reading it, writing it. A poets heart is the happiest when suffering.)
Warm socks when it's cold outside
(It makes me feel loved, isn't that strange?)
Silence falling between us
(I know. It just feels so beautiful sometimes. All the things our minds and hearts can fill those gaps with? Souls speaking to each other while no-one says a word.)
making room for more memories
Travelling
(Opening mind and heart for new experiences, it is equal to love for life.)
Strangers
(Yes, they are the same. It is wonderful to fall in love, for mere seconds, with the people passing in the streets.)
Laughter
(Yes. Laugh again.)
A warm paw on my face
(Love at its best, unconditionally.)
Dancing
(For letting my soul run free!)
Movement
(Yes. Don't stop.)
Smiles
(By anyone. It is magic.)
Waking up next to you
(I guess it has to do with love, but also with sharing. Almost like being let in on a secret. Watching you sleep for a while,)
Rain
(Beautiful.)
Waves
(Making me dream.)
Photographs
(Memories.)

(So many things, small in themselves, growing bigger, though. It all leads back to love. Love for people, life, you. Faith in tomorrow. Anticipation. Not knowing.)

Music

So much great music right now out there. Yesterday I got myself a nice dose of a mixture of ambiance-jazz-rap. I'm telling you, works like medicine for any given state of mind.

I have passed the junction and now i feel someone pushed the fast-forward. Sometimes it takes years for the lock to open, but when it does, change may come in one night.

For me it all started in June when I changed jobs. Suddenly everything that had been at a standstill for years opened up and started twirling me around. I just let go and was pushed forward by the flow of life. It happens, you know. And all it takes is some faith and courage to once in a while raise your hands and say: Take me where you want me to go.

Here's Redrama with one of his excellent works of art, Music.

I find myself at a junction

I'm usually the one who falls asleep the second I rest my head on the pillow. This week I have tossed and turned two nights. Why? I'm not sure. I just know that the thoughts in my mind won't stop shooting around like there would be a bunch of bees in there between my ears. I hope tonight will be better.

I guess I am at a point where things are at a standstill just before everything goes off and an explosion changes everything. I can feel it. I just need to stay where I am and see, whether it tips over to one side or the other. I won't move, I won't hardly even breath. I guess that is why my mind can't find peace, as I find myself at a junction.

It's strange how we so often sense these things. I approach the situation with the same mentality as very often in other situations, I take a step back, look at the view and go with the flow. I believe firmly that when we let go, when we close our eyes and let go, that's when destiny grabs hold of us and pushes us in the direction we are supposed to move. It might bring joy, it might bring suffering, but it also will be one of the turns we were supposed to take, and later on we will see it all as clearly as ever, it all made sense.

Well if we're lucky, that is. Mickey, a taxi driver I talked to in Thailand a couple of years ago, had the best recipe for how to deal with life. "We cannot know what life will bring us, we can only try to do good things, and good things will come back to us."

Say it. I'm listening.

I never forgot
How could I have?
They all stayed. All those things that were there. They still are.
A lot of waves have rolled in
A lot of me has rolled out to the sea
A lot of you.
Still it is all there. Me. You.

It was never nothing.
Instead it always was something. Something able to shake. Move.
Yes. A lot has changed and so have we.
All it ever took was the ability to see
That things - even though different - were unchanged
That the difference between then and now
Could be uttered in a word.
Say it. I'm listening.

Sometimes it all is so clear. When everything is in place it might be hard to believe. That nothing is missing.
Things are moving. And sometimes the world around us seems to move faster than we are. Should we hurry? Should we wait? Will the moment pass? Will it be out of place? Will it be too late?
Life won't wait but hearts will. Love will. You'll see.

It takes a brave man to jump. It takes a bold woman to fall. Well we don't need no parachutes.