--Robert Louis Stevenson's A Child's Garden of Verses
When I was a kid, I had this Little Golden Book, A Child's Garden of Verses, by Robert Louis Stevenson. The cover grew tattered. The pages grubby. But gosh, I still recall many of the poems and their ideas. They made a great impression on me.
In particular, these days, I often find myself thinking about the art of being happy. As you have read from my blog sisters, there's a big, interesting world out there, full of food and flowers and friends. (Some are fur-covered and some aren't!) My sister, Jane, often remarks on the fact that I'm never bored--and I'm not! There aren't enough hours in the day to do everything I want to do!
The hibiscus by my front door. Everyday is like a fiesta of color! |
The wonky table that my friend Yvonne and I covered with seashells and resin. |
A Zentangle I did in color. |
Here's the deal: Nothing has ever been improved by unhappiness. Nothing. You can't right a wrong, fix a problem, or improve any situation by being unhappy. Honest! It serves no purpose to moan and whine.
Call me a Pollyanna, but maybe the whole world needs a ToonCamera app. Maybe if everyone saw the world through different lenses, there'd be a lot more happy people!
2 comments:
Love your attitude, Joanna--and your ToonCamera app, too!
I always think about something that Dali Lama said about happiness. I'm not sure I have it exactly right, but it was something about when you're happy, you're expansive and reach out to others.
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