Cheerful is not a natural state for me. I actually wonder if it is for anyone. But maybe because it’s almost Easter… Maybe because it got above 60 degrees for the first time in forever… Maybe because I can almost see the ground in the backyard again and I bought pansies today — I am going to add sun rays to the orb on this quilt. Exactly as if I were in second grade and coloring!
Yay!!!!
I wonder with whom I might have been coloring in second grade?!!!
Simp charming – joyful – wonderful!
thanks so much… it’s nice to be cheered up by the work on my lap!
not overly cheerful over here either, am capable of it and therefore know the difference between being cheerful, or not – am happy/content at times, am aware this has to come from within, not from other people’s judgment, although that is easier said than done!
i like this cloth a lot, many reasons, one of them being the tactile quality of the stitching – or so I imagine – and another one: the torn(?) bits, also I like your homes; I always like your homes
I recognize cheer, as well… I also have my upbeat moods and periods of quieter contentment… It’s not like I’m striving to be a different person… more like looking at what I am and striving to accept…
love the polka dot path!
just read this poem and thought of this post
Resurrection of the body of the beloved,
Which is the world
Which is the poem
Of the world, the poem of the body.
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In a thousand languages
They say the same thing:
“We lived. The secret of life
is love, that casts its wing
over all suffering, that takes
in its arms the hurt child,
that rises green from the fallen seed.”
Sadness is there, too.
All the sadness in the world.
Because the tide ebbs,
Because wild waves
Punish the shore
And the small lives lived there.
Because the body is scattered.
Because death is real
And sometimes death is not
Even the worst of it.
If sadness did not run
Like a river through the Book,
Why would we go there?
What would we drink?
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If we’re not supposed to dance,
Why all this music?
Time to shut up.
Voltaire said the secret
Of being boring
Is to say everything.
And yet I held
Back about love
All those years:
Talking about death
Insistently, even
As I was alive;
Talking about loss
As if all was loss,
As if the world
Did not return
Each morning.
As if the beloved
Didn’t long for us.
No wonder I go on
So. I go on so
Because of the wonder.
– Gregory Orr
Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved
via Whiskey River
http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com.au/2015/04/resurrection-of-body-of-beloved-which.html
Oh that is such a gorgeous poem. Such a way to say so
Much. Thank you Mo!
I just love your little house with the path–pansies and sunrays will be the finishing touch–nice work, Hugs, Julierose
thanks, Julierose… sometimes the child-like has to win the day!
Absolutely love your house ~ the scale, the fabrics and the stitches. I am in my 50’s and I seem to have lost my cheerfulness somewhere along the way ~ maybe that is the answer, devote a day to being in second grade and spend the time colouring! More playtime, less time ticking off the To Do List!
Jenny, you remind me of a quote of Craig Ferguson’s (formerly of “The Late, Late Show”) and it is this: “If you aren’t bitter in middle age, you’re not paying attention.” Maybe that goes a little too far, but I think it captures something fairly universal about aging…
Our house is a very very very fine house…
I understand well the lack of cheerfulness, for this is my natural state as well. I treasure the truly light, happy, open, cheerful moments. I notice them and hold them as long as I can. Pansies were one of my Mama’s favorites so I always think of her when I see (hear of) them. They are a cheerful little flower, aren’t they?!
My mother loved pansies too! And their tiny versions, Johnny jump ups. Thanks for popping in, Nancy.