Letter H is for happy: Cee’s Fun foto Challenge

Happiness

can be allowing the child within us to have joy at simple things

Nothing makes a mother happier than her family unless it is the happiness of having finished that jig saw puzzle. This happiness though is momentary in comparison.

Friends make you happy

And love – what greater happiness is there than in those early days, planning marriage, eating out with friends.

Happiness is anticipation of an event yet to happen. A tummy rub does look possible.

Happiness is being in the moment, momentary, short-lived. But unlike Henry Miller who wrote in his book Big Sur and the Oranges of Heironymus Bosch that at the “moment in his life when he felt so good, so thoroughly attuned, that he has been on the point of exclaiming: “Ah now is the time to die!” What is it lurks here in the very heart of euphoria? The thought that it will not, can not last? The sense of an ultimate.”

At this point, the point of ultimate happiness, I don’t wish to die. I know it will not last but I know that I can climb out of any valley into which I tumble and those downward troughs just serve to make me appreciate the heights that much more.

In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.

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8 Responses to Letter H is for happy: Cee’s Fun foto Challenge

ghostmmnc says:

October 11, 2017 at 9:58 am

Wonderful photos and sentiments of happiness! 🙂

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- Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist says:
  
  October 12, 2017 at 5:48 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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Sarah Brentyn says:

October 11, 2017 at 11:53 am

I so needed this. Right now. Tonight. Just seeing this post made me happy. (Lovely quote, too.) Thank you for sharing this.

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- Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist says:
  
  October 11, 2017 at 1:12 pm
  
  I’m glad it made you happy Sarah. Sometimes infectious faces, likes laughs, can rub off.
  
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Sharon Bonin-Pratt says:

October 11, 2017 at 7:05 pm

Joy in every photo – quite an achievement. And look at you and Roger when you were just starting out – the best photo!

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- Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist says:
  
  October 12, 2017 at 5:49 pm
  
  Aw shucks. Thanks Sharon. The biggest change is in the hair. We still hold hands. Happy.
  
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Cee Neuner says:

October 12, 2017 at 2:20 am

Nice healthy happy people and dog. Wonderful post.

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- Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist says:
  
  October 12, 2017 at 5:49 pm
  
  Thanks Cee.
  
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