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Tired hands
Jun. 4th, 2007 10:10 pmThrowing (making things on a potter's wheel) started up again today. My hands are stained orange and tired, but in a good way. The clay highlights the edges of old blisters.
I am calm.
Do you know what happiness is?
I find that it manifests in so many different ways that it's impossible to confine it to a single moment or thing, or even to worry about obtaining it or reaching it. It's my cat playing with a shoe-string. It's a small gift; it's taking the time to remember those who have had a tremendous influence on my life; discovering unexpected similarities in other people; having friends whose lifestyles and ideals validate my own. It's watching an ant nest; it's the still water in the morning before other boats appear.
I am calm.
Do you know what happiness is?
I find that it manifests in so many different ways that it's impossible to confine it to a single moment or thing, or even to worry about obtaining it or reaching it. It's my cat playing with a shoe-string. It's a small gift; it's taking the time to remember those who have had a tremendous influence on my life; discovering unexpected similarities in other people; having friends whose lifestyles and ideals validate my own. It's watching an ant nest; it's the still water in the morning before other boats appear.
