#100happydays Day 13

“Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting some on yourself.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I have been so busy finding my happiness I totally forgot to post pictures of it! On Monday my happy place was meeting with our Special Touch Chapter Committee. This great group of folks is planning a disability awareness day for July. I get tot lead worship and preach that day! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Orangeness

This post is written in response to Sue’s A Word A Week Challenge which this week has to be on the topic : ORANGE

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Here is my orangeness! Oompaloompahs arise!

Perhaps not what you meant but this is the tomb of William of Orange and the Orange family

Perhaps not what you meant but this is the tomb of William of Orange and the Orange family

 

Sort of orangy red in the yellow

Sort of orangy red in the yellow

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The Bull Dog decorated for the coronation of the Netherland’s new king

#100happydays Day 10

Today I am happy about the progress our artists are making through C.cada. One of our artists created the mural you see below out of chalkboard paint for our church’s coffee shop. We heard today that a project we are working on with a local hospital is once again a go (we thought sure it had stalled out) …AND… I finished my painting for next week’s art show! Now to frame it!

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True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#100happydays Day 9

The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.

Benjamin Franklin

This is the piec of property we are looking at!

This is the piece of property we are looking at purchasing for the town!

Today I am happy because the Winchendon Enhancement Collaborative on which I serve received the grant needed to fund its business plan! Go team!

Sense Memory

I walk along the water’s edge today

To frame the corners of a frayed day played out in time.

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I taste the treacle of the honeysuckle 

Bloomed too soon and given voice before anything is done.

A gaggle waddles up the banks.

The goslings following chew up the doddle left by know-better elders.

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I hear their trumpet calls, “To action!” ,

“Beware!”, and “Hide yourself away!”

A swift turns, flickers   above my head

And then is gone; Blended blue weds  the rippled mirror.

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I see  echoes that do not last.

Eternity reveals itself in a flutter of wings skimming, leaving momentary forever trails.

The patient roar of an ancient fall

Kisses walls made by men with spray they meant to dam.

100_3766I savor the scent of ancient waters slick with the flavor of pollened grasses

A cinnamon greater than the smell humanity can erase.

The beaver slaps the water’s silence

brings to life my dalliance with the light. Darkness knows.

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I feel the wind wrap His cloak about me

A welcome home to a prodigal son.

And somewhere in my sense memory I recall

There is a God.