Something special

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… there’s something special
about happiness
that you don’t otherwise come across
maybe that’s the problem
we don’t know it well enough
should learn more about it
I think it’s a matter of training

Benny Andersen
From Happiness –
Something to Live Up To
Selected Poems

There’s a certain relentless tenacity in our 21st century world’s doom-mongers – those who ‘eat’ huge quantities of negativity, though they’re only able to process it by blaming and generally wreaking havoc in the lives of the chef, those who chose the restaurant, other patrons, the waiters, women, children, entire innocent populations of other cities, or nations – pretty much anyone except themselves. They’re fully occupied with misery-making. A worldwide problem.

But there is something special about happiness, albeit a matter of training. And happiness can be focused, tenacious and persistent, too. Unifying. Countering problems. Not cheap. Not ignorant. Not belittling others’ pain. But building blocks for a better, safer world. Something that comes more naturally to most humans than the fomenting of doom, loss, international depression, anti-depressant drugs, and destruction. Speaking up for happiness, being cause for another’s happiness, is a worthwhile occupation – with quickly demonstrable consequences.

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Fab Indian supper with a writer friend this evening – someone full of good conversation and energy, who always makes me think! Someone who stretches my brain and heart. And in the customary quiet of my evening’s returning I came across these words in my daily meditation calendar (from Aura)

Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest of which we are capable

And I’m wondering whether I think that’s true? Do you? And I’ve concluded, for now, that the best way to find out is by having a go. Perhaps some day I’ll be able to let you know! Meanwhile, I can say with confidence that vegetable samosas make a substantial contribution to happiness!

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In inwardness

The Work of Happiness

I thought of happiness, how it is woven
Out of the silence in the empty house each day
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
But the tree is lifted by this inward work
And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.

So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours
And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:
The old chest in the corner, cool waxed floors,
White curtains softly and continually blown
As the free air moves quietly about the room;
A shelf of books, a table, and the white-washed wall—
These are the dear familiar gods of home,
And here the work of faith can best be done,
The growing tree is green and musical.

For what is happiness but growth in peace,
The timeless sense of time when furniture
Has stood a life’s span in a single place,
And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir
The shining leaves of present happiness?
No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,
But where people have lived in inwardness
The air is charged with blessing and does bless;
Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.

May Sarton
Collected Poems

Ah yes. In inwardness.