My Bliss List
This weekend was blissful. I didn’t plan for it or expect it but it was. I’m sure that part of it was the confluence of good weather, an open schedule, a healing heart and a downsized lifestyle. Still bliss is not a word I throw around lightly and like the perfect houseguest it doesn’t come often or stay long.
I pulled out a piece I started a few weeks ago. It seems like the ideal time to share it.
Bliss, the word is synonymous with joy, happiness, and contentment. Bliss has a different feel to it though. Joy is deep, spiritual. Contentment is quiet, warm, and comforting. Happiness is bliss on steroids. Bliss feels like the perfect alignment of stars, a fleeting yet intense affirmation that sometimes we get it right.
Here is my bliss list. These are the things that wrap me up in a long affectionate hug.
- scratching a dog’s ear and having them lean into you
- that first bite of your favorite dish (prepared by someone else)
- the first kiss with a new love
- a child’s head surrendering to sleep on your shoulder
- when everything you brought into the dressing room fits, is priced right, looks great on you and is machine washable
- tears of gratitude when you’ve done something for someone you thought was no big deal
- fat flakes of snow on Christmas Eve
- the smell of fresh coffee and bread baking
- Sunday afternoon naps punctuated by soft, steady rain
- overhearing someone say something nice about you
- soft supple leather
- the crackle of a fire
- the afterglow of a summer sunset
- an unexpected handwritten letter
- dappled sunlight and spring breezes
- waking up fully rested before the alarm goes off
- the perfect cross breeze in your living room in early summer
- fall days in the Midwest – crisp air, crystal blue skies, crunchy leaves and long shadows
What does your bliss list look like?