simple pleasures...

About 12 years ago, I first heard a friend talk about this idea from a book she'd read...
She explained that sometimes a little thing like some red pears in a bowl on the table could actually make her happy in a sweetly simple way. I too am a fan of red pears. They are beautiful. And this idea has settled comfortably in my mind since then... I am grateful that in this busy life and often crazy world, there are small and easy ways to add a smile- even, and especially when there is so much that is wrong and beyond our power to change. I like that this little notion has dual application; not only can I find and create moments of pleasure, but I can give other people the same kindness. I hope! It's at least as satisfying to give someone a pretty potted flower on a rainy day as it is to bring one home. And my family don't usually mind too much when I steal the hugs and kisses and smiles that are so satisfying to my soul.  :) Sometimes it's nice just to look out the window or enjoy some photos of warm days in the sun with the ones I love the most. Or laugh at a funny show. Or check out National Geographic magazine's website.
This doesn't make the horrors of the newspapers any less, but I am firmly convinced that although I can't stop what is bad, I can add, enjoy, and share more of what is so good. And there is so much that is good. Such as playing the piano, soaking in a hot bath, and reading a novel by the brilliant Charles Dickens. Speaking of which, I think I'd better get on with my evening! Au revoir...  :)
ps... I tried a very fast recipe tonight that was startlingly delicious. Here it is- 1/2 pound of spinach leaves (with stems off ;), 1/2 dozen+ strawberries (sliced), a small handful of almonds (sliced/slivered), and then this scrummy dressing: 1/2 cup olive oil and 1/2 cup sugar, 1/4 cup lemon juice, and a teaspoon of raw sesame seeds. (Whisk the dressing until the sugar is dissolved and it's all smoothed together.)
Popeye, with a happy twist!

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