Wish on White Horses

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Time To Bury The Mule

I have spent the last few blogs on the subject of happiness, and have concluded that I am not going to chase happiness.

I’m going to let it come to me.

But I am seeking JOY. As I mentioned in a previous blog, Joy are moments. And I decided I was named Joyce for a good reason. Joy is the first part of my name.

I had an epiphany this morning—that was that each day is a new opportunity. No big surprise there, but you know how it is, a concept can bounce around for years, it grows, it changes, it turns its back on us, it spits in our faces, it loves us, it evolves.

And one day we get it.

We CAN change the quality of the day. (According to Henry David Thoreau, changing the quality of the day is the highest of the arts.)

Perhaps that is the reason we have nights and slumber. In sleep we wander into the twilight of Neverland, we refresh, we can, if we choose, put a period at the end of yesterday’s sentence.

Although I have a habit of dragging the cares of yesterday, like a dead mule, into the new day.

Time to bury the mule.

".... Remember that feeling as a child
When you awoke and morning smiled
It's time its time you felt, felt like that again
Come with me, leave your yesterdays, your yesterdays behind,
and TAKE A GIANT STEP OUTSIDE YOUR MIND!"

---written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King, sung by TAJ MAHAL

Read what Elizabeth Gilman (Eat, Pray Love) says about creating/art on http://www.thebestdamnwritersblogontheblock.blogspot.com

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Happiness is the First Egg

February 24, 2014 was an auspicious day. That morning I opened my chicken house door and found a surprise. Our first egg of the season. The first egg from my hen.

This shows the color-- a lovely seafoam green.

This afternoon I decided to give Gertrude and Victoria, the two hens, nice clean hay, deserving chickens that they are. Hay has a nice sweet aroma, and probably some seeds, while straw is stems only, so, it's hay. Low and behold I found two more eggs. Probably the first one I found was from the day before, since I hadn't checked. They look white here, but aren't.

I bought the chickens, on September 5, 2013, they were probably two or three days old when I bought them, and now 7 months later they are grown up laying hens.

The light-colored chick turned out to be a rooster--verboten in town--so he was adopted by a wonderful woman who lives outside the city limits.

She calls him the "Wonder rooster," for his is holding his own with her resident rooster.

This is Gertrude or Victoria, I can't tell which.

Since I had the camera in hand the morning of the found egg, I snapped this daffodil growing by our foundation. Quite a juxtaposition from 2 months ago.

December 6, 2013