Happiness, simplicity and letting go!

Happiness, simplicity and letting go!

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The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak ~ Hans Hofmann

First tonight a little note about the image above, this was one of the many things written on the walls of the temple at Burning Man this year.  Each year the temple, the heart of the city, is a place where people say goodbye and more importantly let go of the things in life that are making the sad.  Over the next couple weeks I’ll be showing you more images from the temple, more wisdom photographed from its sacred walls.  Tonight, let’s talk about one way we can try to be better, simplifying our lives.

Tonight I’m a bit more focused on the actual physical act of simplification, and artifact of the process I’m involved in, getting ready to move.  I’m in the process of selling my house in anticipation of my upcoming adventure, and I’m starting to simplify.

Tonight that has literally meant throwing things away as well as piling things into piles for a yard sale, donation or sale on Ebay.  I often find the process of throwing things away one of the most mindful things I do.  There is real immediacy in that moment of decision, how important is this thing to me?  It makes you consider what is truly important in your life.  One of the things I always find most interesting in the thought process is when I come upon cards.  Birthday cards and holiday cards are these really personal communications from people you care about, very often people from your selected family.  Deciding whether or not to keep them tells you a lot about yourself, are you sentimental, extremely practical, whose cards can you throw away, whose can you not?

It’s good from time to time for all of us to simplify, to take stock and to remember what is truly important to us.  In the simplest of exercises we can often find the deepest of meanings.  Have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

 

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Happiness is Poetry: Suzanne Burns

Happiness is Poetry: Suzanne Burns

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So tonight friends a new discovery for me, the poet Suzanne Burns.  It’s amazing what you can turn up through a Google search.  I really enjoy the work I could find and have ordered a copy of The Portland Poems and am looking forward to reading more of her work, take a look, enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

Snow White 

Paparazzi flashed, “Smile, Ms. White.” My coveted iconography, the blood
Reddening my lips, rumored to inspire the next Fellini. At my last Big Apple
Premiere the press, in a New York Times coronation, crowned me the cinema queen.
For a starlet adoration is the thing. They dubbed me a rising orb, my complexion white
As snow. After my Hollywood opening, a critical thumbs-up affair, the Daily Mirror
Headline read, “Our Southern California Doll. Snow White’s the Fairest of Them All!”
But now my cancer spreads. Tumors outsmart my breast. My glory, all
My shining décolletage removed in an anti-cancer manifesto. My blood,
Ignited in war, de-canonizes my body with disease. Like weeds, like cracks in a mirror,
The choice of retaining no choice is clear. Chemotherapy gleans like an apple
In my lover’s eye. My doctor, a lover translating poison, imploring a cure.
His coat, white as the pallor of my skin, instills pity. Will he be responsible for the death of a queen?

Recovering at home, implements of sickness—pills, compresses—crowd the queen
In her king-size bed. Predicting my death, the media impeached my Oscar nomination, all
The coverage touting me the model for mastectomy. If I was a portico, white
Marble bones supporting my condemned structure, I would strip off my blood
And not remodel. My agent, cunning as the step-mom in a fairy tale, sent over an Apple
Computer to catch up on my electronic fan mail. I stare at the blank screen like a mirror.

I need to flee from here. My reflection in every mirror
Retains the texture of torn threads. The dead might need a new queen,
But not me. Journeying beyond the Hollywood hills, I replace the yellow apples
Lodged on my cheeks with blushing new buds. The rocky expanse of the highest peak, all
Trails tree-lined and steep, presents a view of the sun at night, chilling its fire-blood,
Allowing the moon her turn. There, the only seen intrusion is her circle of white,

A forested sanctity. I carry seven dwarf candles. Composing speeches on the white
Podiums of wax, I whisper a prayer, then light each stick and burn the ash. A mirror
Of night blankets my overlook. On a break from chemotherapy, my blood
For a week reclaims harmony from its dyslexic beat. The air shivers my toes. Queen
Mab, I suppose, arranging flowers at my feet. The wax in seven coats, all
The wicks winking black lashes at my body, shines under the moon, an apple

Ripe enough to eat. One scattered seed may harness the rudiments of an apple
Orchard. This meditation is my beginning. A marathon of cleansing the white
Shadow from my black bones. The exodus home to remove the changeling clinging to all
My sufferings like a spider hidden behind the glass eye of a doll. I will be well, a mirror
Of health, skin shedding its sick shingles like tarnish silvering from the crown of a queen.
I feel the presence of remission, Divine Intervention between my Maker and my blood.

The blood of fame flows in golden rolls, but money will not coax an apple
From its seed, nor cancer from a queen. The absence of sound is not black but white.
Silence, a self-reflecting mirror, can show hope to even the sickest of them all.

 

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Daughters

By Suzanne Burns

I will believe till eternity, or possibly beyond it,
that Lizzie Borden did it with her little hatchet,
and whoever says she didn’t commits the sin
of sins, the violation of an idol.
     —Dorothy Parker

As murder chimed with the clockworks
you confessed to thumbing fashions
in Victorian magazines, scribbling
a wish list, cotton dresses to mirror
the verdant sheen of pears.
Mysterious fruits devoured
in your father’s barn, clear
juice puddling on your chin
like the stains of lovemaking,
marking the dank place of broken
birds, a spine and feather memory
of Father clipping first their heads,
then your wings. Crimson oils greased
your thighs, his palms, your graduation ring,
a tarnished hope Father refused to break,
circle eternally squeezing his little finger
like your mute mouth sucking
on a bony thing, like your hatchet
cutting a friction burn as you excavated
the skeleton silent beneath
your Father’s bones, forcing a response
in the house without words.

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The Light in Your Kitchen Window

You do not know I am standing out here
like something, for once, that belongs in the dark.
I am not afraid of an errant zombie
lost and looking for brains
or the kind of man who collects fingers in a box,
breath catching the way it does
on the biggest and best carnival ride
at the thought of cutting off the tips
where my composed shadows play against your front walk.
There is a circus in my heart for you.
What I mean is more than the roar of a lonely woman
masquerading as a ghost beneath the streetlight.
You have tried many times to turn me
into your own private ghost
by the way you keep your lips closed now when we kiss,
and how we never kiss,
and how you dropped my nickname somewhere out back,
but this sideshow we exist in is still filled with hope.
There is cotton candy there, too,
electric pink dross of good dreams
before all we did was go around saying,
or refusing to say, I’m sorry.
We have washed and dried dishes in the same sink
so this is nothing to shut your blinds to,
the way I wave before you go to the bed
I have loved you in and out of too many times
to keep hidden in my own special box.
I am standing outside your window
watching you water plants, make tomorrow’s sandwich,
force yourself not to wave back.
I mean the kind of sorry that might sound better
translated into the private language we once spoke
when we liked the same movies we hadn’t even seen,
Laurel and Hardy and that piano
negotiating their thirty-nine steps
onto a list of favorites we meant to sip hot chocolate to,
some certain look shared between us
no other certain looks could compete with.
The look that keeps me anchored in front of your window
long after the lights go out,
long after you tuck yourself in
by negotiating your body to turn from where I once slept,
somehow a little afraid of what will happen next.

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Happiness Images & Quotes

Happiness Images & Quotes

A little tour around the web for some great quotes and a few pictures to bring a smile to your face.  Hopefully they’ll provoke some thoughts and help you have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

 

 

 

 

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The Value of Long-term Relationships

The Value of Long-term Relationships

Rev Kane and two truly wonderful friends on Thanksgiving

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

My longest hiking partner, Second Star

So this weekend had me thinking about old friends and more than that the value of those long-term and deep friendships.  What got my head into that space was a series of phone calls this weekend and the fact that I’ll be traveling soon to Second Star’s wedding.  First I spoke to my friend Dina, then today to my friend Brian.  They both come from the same time period of in my life when we were all resident assistants at the State University of New York (SUNY) at Plattsburgh.  That time in my life was the most amazing period for me.  It was the time, the first time in my life everything came together.  I was doing well, I had a lot of friends, had figured out the dating thing for the first time.  I was in my first real position of authority and responsibility and was figuring out what I wanted to do with my life.  I was working with high school students who really needed someone who cared about them.  It was such an incredible and rewarding time.

Rev Kane with some of his trail family

Recently, I’ve connected via LinkedIn to a couple of my old fraternity brothers at the Rochester Institute of Technology.  A period before my time in SUNY Plattsburgh and quite an opposite period of time.  I was on my own for the first time, away from home and I was not in a good space.  I was angry and depressed and really lost in my life, I was a bit out of control and quickly turned to drugs and alcohol to numb myself.  Life went wrong, and after a year and a half I finally failed out of college.  While I was there I joined a fraternity and although I wasn’t being the most productive student in the world, I made some good friends and had a really good time.  I was avoiding a lot of things in my life, but I sure had fun.   My friend Dan who I spoke to today from that time is someone I haven’t spoken to in 35 years.  It was really great to catch up and it was amazing how comfortable the conversation was, how easily we fell into conversation.  Says something about the bond we created a long time ago pledging a fraternity together, traveling home together on breaks and hours and hours and hours of Dungeons and Dragons.

Rev Kane (rt) and his friend Rich post parades

Tonight, part of what delayed me working on my Sunday night post was a phone call from my friend Mary.  Another friend from my SUNY Plattsburgh days and Mary is someone I’ve always been able to absolutely be my self with.  She’s someone who gives me a hard time, who I can joke around with and who I’ve always been really impressed with how strong she has always been.  Her and I have been through marriages, divorces, illnesses and deaths together, those things forge deep bonds.

The original AARP group after their climb out of the NOC

The biggest thing that hit me was that between these four friends, I’ve known them for a total of 142 years.  One of the nice things about getting old is that you have a tendency to hang on to the people you’ve always felt comfortable with, the people who accepted you at your best and at your worst.  My friend Dan once cleaned the fraternity bathroom after I had obliterated it, and then got me cleaned up and into my room taking care of me.  He also hit me with a Star Trek themed bill the next day, something that I still have buried in a box somewhere.

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People who have been with you all across your journey, not because of obligation but because of choice are people worth hanging on to.  They are the three in the morning people, the friends who you can call at 3AM and just say I need you, and they come.  They love your for who you are, faults and all, the same way you love them.

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The lesson tonight is simple.  There is no way it should have ever gotten to 35 years that I hadn’t spoken with Dan.  Limit the gaps in time between talks and visits with these people.  Time with them is precious time, time well spent, the type of time that at the end of your life, when you look back, makes you happy you made the effort to spend.  You’ll regret how often you didn’t do this, and time with these people along the way are those happy times, times when we can truly be ourselves and those moments are so valuable.  The more of them you have, the happier your days my friends.  ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness is a Quiet Sunday Morning

Happiness is a Quiet Sunday Morning

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When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. ~ Marcus Aurelius

Today the heat broke in the desert, it’s a temporary reprieve, we’re still in the midst of Summer with at least another month of really hot days ahead of us.  In the high desert where I live the heat breaking means it will only 101 degrees today.  I know, that doesn’t sound like much of a break.  But the break is that in the high desert the temperatures drop at night, so when we get days hovering near or below 100 degrees, it means we get nights in the high 60’s and those nights make for amazing mornings.

This was one of those mornings, I woke up earlier than expected, the air was still, 68 degrees.  Clear blue skies, the rabbits and the partridge were lazily walking around on the lawn.  I made an omelet and went out and ate on the deck.  The animals on the properties around me were also waking up for the day, the donkeys were braying, dogs barking, the roosters not wanting to be left out of the chorus made their presence known again and again.

A perfect meditative morning, meditation doesn’t always have to be done on your cushion at your altar.  It can be done sitting in a comfortable chair, on your porch, in the morning summer air on a perfectly happy day.  I hope you’re having a happy day too my friends ~ Rev Kane

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Inspirational Quotes from Thich Nhat Hanh

Inspirational Quotes from Thich Nhat Hanh

Tonight some quotes from one of our greatest living Zen masters ~ Rev Kane

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It is possible to live happily in the here and now. So many conditions of happiness are available—more than enough for you to be happy right now. You don’t have to run into the future in order to get more

Freedom is not given to us by anyone; we have to cultivate it ourselves. It is a daily practice… No one can prevent you from being aware of each step you take or each breath in and breath out.

Enlightenment is always there. Small enlightenment will bring great enlightenment. If you breathe in and are aware that you are alive—that you can touch the miracle of being alive—then that is a kind of enlightenment

Mindfulness helps you go home to the present. And every time you go there and recognize a condition of happiness that you have, happiness comes

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself

Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today

Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything – anger, anxiety, or possessions – we cannot be free

Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation, should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves. The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind. I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing should be treated more carefully than anything else. In mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant, and teapot are all sacred

Understanding means throwing away your knowledge

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Hello Fall! – Pumpkin Bacon Soup Recipe

Hello Fall! – Pumpkin Bacon Soup Recipe

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One of the most meditative times of my day is when I’m cooking.                                      ~ Gabrielle Bernstein

So it’s fall, cold, crisp air even on the sunny days.  The leaves, if you are lucky enough to live in the right place, are exploding in color.  It’s football season, the World Series is queuing up and Halloween is a couple of weeks away.  I love this time of year and about this time of year, each year, I end up making pumpkin bacon soup.  I happened upon the idea and a recipe for the first time about five years ago.  It was one of those moments where you can’t believe you’ve never thought of, or heard of this idea before.  Since then I’ve made the recipe my own and added a few twists.  If you are vegetarian or vegan you can omit the bacon and use vegetable broth.  It’s just a really great fall dish.  So tonight I decided to pass on the recipe, enjoy.

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Here are the ingredients, you can dial around the amounts to make as much soup as you’d like, this makes four to six large bowls of the soup.

24 oz of pumpkin, either cut and cooked or two cans of pumpkin
12 oz of chunked butternut squash fresh or frozen
2 small potatoes cubed
Bacon, 8 oz to a pound by choice
Chicken or vegetable broth
Garlic
Scallions 4-6 pieces
Red pepper, 1/2 a pepper
Salt and pepper, spi
Maple syrup or Honey
Heavy Cream or Yogurt (optional)

Cook the bacon drain most of the grease, save a little for the soup
Cook the potatoes to soften, leave in chunks
Cook pumpkin and squash but put these in the blender to cream them after
Saute scallions and pepper, I use 4-6 scallions and a half of a red pepper
Put it all in a pot, add broth to the consistency you want.
You can add a little heavy cream or yogurt if you want it creamier and sweeter.
Spices – salt and pepper, cumin, some maple syrup or honey to taste
I like to add a little heat to balance the sweet, I use hot Hungarian hot paprika and ground African red pepper.
Cook until well heated all the way through, adding broth if you need to thin the soup.

I put the bacon in while it cooks, you can save some or all for a garnish. I leave the potatoes in chunks so there is something to bite into, don’t use them if you want a creamy soup with no chunks.
I’m thinking about adding some Andouillue sausage next time for a spicy, meaty, Cajun twist.  This soup is really great with a good brown bread but I’m off carbs right now, yes I know potatoes are carbs, and you can cut them out if you’re being militant about carbs.

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Enjoy, I really love this soup hopefully you will too.  Have a happy day my friends.             ~ Rev Kane

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Resources for Being Mindful

Resources for being Mindful

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Mindfulness helps you go home to the present. And every time you go there and recognize a condition of happiness that you have, happiness comes.        ~ Thich Nhat Hanh 

The holidays are a very stressful time for everyone and an exceptionally hard time for some.  So, until the New Year I’ll be posting a Holiday Happiness post each day to try help folks out who are struggling.  As always you can reach out to me at Happinesskane@aol.com for a kind word or someone to listen. ~ Rev Kane

We hear a lot about mindfulness these days and a lot of us don’t really know what it means or how to be mindful.  So tonight some links to help you get a better feel for what mindfulness is and how to incorporate it into you life.  Thich Nhat Hanh has written several good books on the subject of mindfulness that I think you would enjoy.    A lot of the discussion you here is about mindfulness meditation, but tonight we’re focusing on incorporating mindfulness into your everyday life.  Below some links to get you started on exploring mindfulness, enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

What is Mindfulness – A very nice explanation to what the term means.

The Mindfulness Guide – As always the blog, Zen Habits hits the nail on the head with a simple guide to how to incorporate mindfulness into busy life.

Mindfulness is Daily Activities – Some interesting and simple ways to be more mindful about things you do everyday

Mindfulness Driving – Certainly many people could benefit from this.

Things mindful people do differently – A nice piece on some ways you can incorporate mindfulness into your daily life.

 

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We work too much!

We work too much!

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Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable. ~ Sydney Harris

Tonight I want to talk about work.  The overwhelming majority of us need to work.  I personally only know one person who is independently wealthy and doesn’t need to, but they still do.  In America, in addition to our need to work and earn money to live, there is also a philosophy that the more you work, the better you are as a person.  I grew up in a blue-collar family, people who worked with their hands, worked outside and I have a great deal of respect for people who earn their living this way.  For many years, as I pursued my education, I also worked this way.  I’ve been everything from a garbage man to a custodian to a landscaper.  My family pushed me toward higher education for this very reason.  When after decades of work you’re dealing with a bad back, bad knees and and aching hands because of years of subtle and not so subtle work injuries, you want more for your children.  When you are in this position you look at the white-collar workers with their office jobs, indoors, making more money with envy.  As a friend’s dad used to often to say to my friend, “son, you go to college to work half as hard, to make twice as much.”

But at the end of the day. in America we have far more respect for people who “work” for a living.  We refer to office jobs as cushy, we talk about “bankers hours.”  I have actually been called an “egg head” by a friend’s father when he found out that I was an academic.  My grandfather used to bemoan that so many of his grandchildren were teachers because it led to them having large backsides, his language was not so polite.  Yet, as I’ve said, it’s these cushy jobs we want for our children.

The impact of stress

The fact is though, whether it’s the physical punishment of the blue-collar world or the mental punishment of the white collar world, work is hard.  Stress, physical or mental takes a toll on people.  As I’ve mentioned it can cause you physical injury and long-term pain.  It can also cause people to have emotional breakdowns, I have a relative who developed a constant eye twitch from the job stress they were under.  How do most bosses see this aspect of work, well I give you an example from a former supervisor.  Her philosophy as stated to me was this, “if you’re not working 50 hours a week you’re not doing the job.”  I pushed back on this because everybody’s hour isn’t the same, different people have different levels of efficiency.  I’m smart, efficient and I work both hard and smart, my 40 hours is sometimes far more productive than others 50 hours.  But that’s not the big point to pull from her statement, just a little bit of defensiveness on my part.  The point is, is that what we consider as someone doing a good job is that they work a lot.  It’s a philosophy that pervades our society, and as such can drive promotions, salary increases and cause people to think that what life is about, is working more, working a lot, and putting worklife in front of other things that I would personally consider far more important.

What’s important in life

I think a question we have to ask ourselves, what is truly important to us in life?  Far too many people live their lives without asking this question.  And then, by default, fall into the trap of making their work the primary part of their identity.  If you ask them who they are, they answer with their occupation, not a father, husband, brother, adventurer, hiker, etc…  Even though all of these things may be part of who they are, the answer is I’m an accountant.  These people are on the wrong side of the cliche, do you work to live, or live to work?

Work-Life Balance

I spend a lot of time writing and speaking about keeping a good work/life balance.  It’s something the people I supervise hear from me a lot, in general conversation as well as in the evaluation process.  And since I talk the talk, I also have to walk the walk.  I’ve written about this before on the blog in my post, Tips for Better Work/Life Balance.  One of the tips that is contained within that piece is never work 7 days in a row.  The main reason I tell people this is that there is no such thing.  The fact is that once you work that seventh day, you are into the next five day week.  So six days quickly turns into twelve days.

Walking the Walk

So how do I implement this in my life.  On the most immediate level I take my own advice, I almost never work seven days in a row.  There are occasional exceptions if there is something crucial due under a deadline.  But that is no more than once or twice a year and my goal is for it to not happen at all each year.  What this means is that I never work on Sundays.  But that day could be Saturday or if you’re on a non-traditional schedule any day of the week.  But holding that hard break is really important.  Whether you use that day to just relax or to participate in something you’re passionate about or spend time with your family, it’s nice to have a day when you can be focused and dedicated to something that is not your job.

I also try and control my hours during the week.  I’m in a job that given its realities means that my average hours per week is usually over forty.  But I try not to get nitpicked to death.  This means being organized and efficient about the way I work.  It also means knowing yourself.  What that means for me is that first, I know I’m more of an evening person than a morning person.  So I don’t push myself to go in early and work before everyone else’s day is started, but I do stay late when I need to do extra hours.  However, as part of my wellness and stress relief strategies, I workout four nights a week and try not to interrupt that schedule.  This means currently most days I leave on time.  However I don’t workout on Monday nights, so that has become the night I plan on staying late.  So I know each week that Mondays will be longer days, a time to catch up if I’m behind or to make strides on projects that will put me ahead of the game.  I try to limit staying late to no more than one other night per week so that I can get my workouts in each week.

I also have a hard rule, no taking work home.  I realize this isn’t possible for some people, but if you have to, define a place in your home where you work, don’t let work bleed onto the dinner table, or into family common spaces.  Try, whenever possible and I know it sometimes isn’t, to focus on work when working, family when it’s family time.  The goal here is to gain a balance, that your life isn’t so work focused that you lose track of the other, and more important things in your life.

I am absolutely making a value judgement in this piece that your family, your recreation, your hobbies and other things that you are passionate about are more important than your job.  There are exceptions, if your work is done deeply in service to some cause it may be on par with the other things that I mention.  However for the majority of us this is not the case.  Where do I come up with the justification that this belief is valid?  It comes from what people regret at the end of their lives.  In a piece entitled, The Top 5 Regrets of the Dying, I wish I wouldn’t have worked so hard is number two!  The list is below:

  1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
  2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
  3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
  4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
  5. I wish I had let myself be happier

And that number five my friends is what I hope I’m helping you do with this blog.  Have a happy day.  ~ Rev Kane

 

 

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Happiness is Fall

Happiness is Fall

fall-color-and-a-railroad-bridge-over-the-yakama-river-in-the-wenatchee-d0eyrjDelicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~ George Eliot

I love the fall, growing up in the Northeast fall was always the time of year that I spent the most time in nature.  In the fall, the temperatures are cooler, there are fewer bugs, animals are on the move and the trees explode into amazing demonstrations of just how beautiful nature can be.  I no longer live in the Northeast, currently I live in the desert and you don’t quite get the same changes there.

However this week I’ve been in the Pacific Northwest and recently drove from Seattle over to Spokane and Coeur d’Alene.  While doing that drive I had the pleasure of driving through the Wenatchee Forest.  Now it didn’t quite have the fire of the fall in Vermont or upstate New York, but it was spectacular.

The green of the pines, with the gold of the Aspens and Oaks, little patches of red, all framed against steep mountains with low clouds floating through the valleys, it was absolutely magnificent.  There were no good spots to pull off and take pictures so for tonight’s post I’ve resorted to the web to give you all a glimpse of what it looked like.  Enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

Western Larch Trees in Autumn at Sherman Pass, Colville National Forest, northeast Washington.

Western Larch Trees in Autumn at Sherman Pass, Colville National Forest, northeast Washington.

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