What is happiness? What does it mean to me?
Happiness is a gloomy day, big, fluffy elephant clouds, but with just the right amount of sunshine holding on, telling me to hang on too, to hang on to the light.
It’s when the crow flies low, so I can see his feathers, black fire—and he beckons me to watch his flight, as he lands on the street signal and speaks, caw-caw, caw-caw, and stands strong, fearless, knowing who he is and his place in this world.
Happiness is a sad moment looking out the second story window, peering into the kumquat tree and then…hearing the hum of the hummingbird and looking up to find him taking his nectar from the tiny white blooms—and in that moment of his arrival, he tells me not to worry and lifts my chin and turns my lips upward with his presence. This means everything to me. This is my happiness—knowing that these gifts are there everyday to behold—to bring joy and peace and happiness within, which in turn can be…
like little pebbles on the sea,
like drops of rain
that leap from gray clouds,
out through the diamond
by the sun’s light.