I watched through the window as I sat eating lunch with the boy. An older couple, maybe in their early 50’s, stood embracing each other like two vines entwined, both shiny and smiling, both happy and full of emotion. I swear an invisible hand reached through that window and brushed the beat in my chest. For a moment, they stopped long enough to look at each other lovingly and kiss, then they embraced again. How lucky am I to observe such tenderness, such mutual adoration, and how much of a sap am I that my eyes softened into blurry bits before I tore them away (feeling like the guilty voyeur that I was). I clasped that happy moment between both hands like capturing a firefly, even if it belonged to someone else. The light remains with me still.
Mesmerizing, happiness is that fleeting flicker of light that travels across the bridge between our eyes. A tireless hunt we engage in as we look towards our weekends, our trips, the things we own or don’t own, our accomplishments, our time alone, our time with friends. The fade eventually emerges though, waiting in the silken shadows beneath every coin.
I don’t tell my children anymore that all I want is for them is to just be happy, because I am not sure yet if they know how true happiness is found. It’s not by getting what we want, this I know. As lovely and delightful it is to get what we want, this kind of joy is never the kind that lasts. Evident in the epilogue of when we get “stuff” or have finished a vacation or a long weekend, in the gray silence and dark blue void of sadness, like we’ve been cut off abruptly from our drug. This kind of joy is only the filling of an insatiable mug, a thirst that’s never quenched.
True joy and happiness has empty pockets, is without gift tags, labels, trophies or titles. We find it by scaling the deep ravines that are sure to collapse beneath our feet. We find it by knowing when to sway gently with the wind and the water that will slap us across the face, and when to resist the current that rages to knock us down. Somehow, the longer we endure, the more we learn to live. The more fears we face, the more truths we comprehend, the more obstacles we choose to leap, the easier happiness tends to make itself known. When this happens, the light we search comes alive in every direction, fireflies everywhere! Couples across the room in an embrace, a man in the poetry aisle wanting to share his favorite poet, an old green chevy hidden behind a tree, a log trapped in the gorgeous spider web of ice, children with sloppy ice cream dripping off their noses…
Fireflies, everywhere…do you see them?
much love to you on this wintery day
Misa View All →
Passionate mama of 2 and a wife. I write, dance, and create whenever I can.
Ah. Just found this.
How long has it been? Probably since losing all my links with a new computer, I imagine.
Long, long ago.
Hello there, MJ. So nice to see you.
Jumping right in–I was reading to my children Thich Nhat Hanh two days ago, in the book Planting Seeds: Mindfulness for Children, and he was talking about two kinds of Happiness; there’s the ‘Sweet Stuff’ Happiness–new toys, candy, things like that, and there’s the inner peace sort of happiness. 🙂 Funny that you should mention that.
Anyway–marking your pages, so that I can visit.
(Google Plus doesn’t know me… Stephanie from Ordinary Life Magic. xxoo
truth is beauty and beauty is truth…right? that is all ye need to know? something like that.
being real gets you to the good stuff.
Lovely to visit you again, its been ages! I see you are now on wordpress, excellent! it will be easier to keep track of you. I am no good what soever at keeping up with bloggers these days since I started homeschooling. I love your wise words here coupled with your usual great photography. Your description of the older couple, is “50s” older.. I don’t know? was the best. Fireflies…yes. I try to think of them as unassuming gifts.
Hi Leah! So nice to see you here ;). Homeschooling! Awesome!! Yes it’s a game changer. I hope it’s going well! 50’s, yeah not so “old”, eh, but older than me :).
lovely analogy. your words and photos always sooth or lift me. i miss visiting you, but just can’t get back into the whole bloggy world. feels like too much these days.
and you made it over to wordpress! i’ve missed so much. x
Beautiful. That must have been such a beautiful moment to witness.
Beautiful imagery in your words fills those spaces in between my thoughts on happiness. Never about getting what you want, but rather contemplating and appreciating the wondrous beauty that surrounds us every second of every day, visible only when we open not only our eyes, but our heart and our soul to the possibilities. Beautiful post, wonderful message. Thank you for sharing and best wishes for an inspired day 😉
beautiful mj. you shared that moment between that couple so beautifully. i feel like i was there with you, watching.
Thank you Amanda!!!