all the strong things of her heart

she had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, 
to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting

-my antonia, willa cather

thanksgiving table setting: victoria thorne design

photo: rick e. martin for the mercury news

the soul selects her own society

emily dickinson

thanksgiving table setting: victoria thorne design

photo: rick e. martin for the mercury news

wisp

so many people keep talking about happiness. i love happiness. 

who doesn't? 

but what it is, perhaps, that we are all really talking about- i have begun to think it is really peace: that happiness is the upward part of peace, the clear and present joy part of peace. it's so measurable! the other kinds of peace seem less quantifiable. 

so when we think we are not happy enough, we can begin to think, instead: what peace am i missing? 

where is the bit of peace in this moment, or this hour, or this day? 

when we begin to be able to find that peace, happiness sits like a wisp upon it. 

try this, maybe.

happiness may already be right where you are. i think it is a strong possibility.

 thanksgiving table setting: victoria thorne design

photo: rick e. martin for the mercury news

trust yourself

really

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