Eudaimonia


Eudaimonia (noun) Origin: Greek | A contented state of being happy, healthy, and prosperous.

Sometimes, when you are in the heat of it all.  Stress and fatigue are surrounding you.  People are screaming, judging, commenting with their own opinions on your opinion.

“You should feel beautiful and you should feel safe. What you surround yourself with should bring you peace of mind and peace of spirit.” —Stacy London

You feel like the world is against you.  You feel like there is just nothing left.  It’s a spiral.  It’s a tsunami.  It’s devastation.  It’s death.  It’s destruction.  Sometimes when you feel like you can not take one more thing:

“Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.” —Dalai Lama

Close your eyes.

“Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” —Desmond Tutu

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Breathe deep.

“Not one of us can rest, be happy, be at home, be at peace with ourselves, until we end hatred and division.” —John Lewis

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Listen.  Listen to your heart.

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.” —Jimi Hendrix

Feel.  Feel the joy you once felt.. you once felt at even one time in your life.

“Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.” —Saint Francis de Sales

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Remember.  Remember the surprise at the tiny little miracles of every day that some time later became commonplace.

When things change inside you, things change around you.” —Unknown

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Do.  Do something.  Anything. Anything that moves you to the better place.

“It isn’t enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn’t enough to believe in it. One must work at it.” —Eleanor Roosevelt

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“If you don’t know the guy on the other side of the world, love him anyway because he’s just like you. He has the same dreams, the same hopes and fears. It’s one world, pal. We’re all neighbors.” —Frank Sinatra

I don’t believe a happy state of mind just happens.  Sometimes it’s a lot of freakn work.  It’s not realistic to expect to be ecstatic every single day.  However, it’s realistic to be happy more than not happy.  If you are not happy more than you are happy, then you need to change your scenery.  Even if it doesn’t feel like it, you control your reality and if you don’t.  Start.  Start doing things that bring you to Eudaimonia.

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“Peace comes from being able to contribute the best that we have, and all that we are, toward creating a world that supports everyone. But it is also securing the space for others to contribute the best that they have and all that they are.” —Hafsat Abiola

Eudaimonia in others:  David; Nourish; Micah; Matt; Eleanor; earthwalking; sophie; chungsoo; dream; the wave; sasi

Trouvaille


Trouvaille (noun) Origin: French | A lucky find.

Perfect bubbles in a perfect sky.  I dreamt one time that I could live in a bubble.  Reflecting everything around me.  Rainbows, shadows, sun, and rain.  Floating in a fathomless world. Bubbles are enchanting and beautiful and so delicate.

Too delicate.

Once I grew up I realized that, for the most part, I was already living in a bubble.  Everyone was living in a bubble. As a matter of fact, most of us spend our entire life in a bubble. We spend our life in our cozy little bubbles, separated from other bubbles.  It’s a choice. Even if it’s a subconscious choice.  Your bubble is your norm.

Too, too delicate.

We get annoyed when our bubble is popped, or disturbed in any way. We label the things in our bubble so they are recognizable to us and our bubble friends.  It’s a comfortable place to live.

But so, so delicate. So, so fragile. So easy to burst.  That was a hard lesson but a necessary one.

My trouvaille was finding my bubble again.  Learning that I could come and go from my bubble and merge with other bubbles and leave again, undamaged. Realizing that no matter how far i strayed from the bubble, I would be able to return to it.  How lucky am I?

I enjoy the beauty of the bubble, they’re fluid and yet they have these geometric shapes so they do surprising things – two spheres become a single sphere – it’s what bubbles do. ~~Tom Noddy

Trouvaille: Ka; UtKarsh; strider; Dhanan; caholmes; Jess; viixiin

Sehnsucht


Sehnsucht (n.) – Origin: German – Definition: The inconsolable longing in the human heart for a far, familiar, non-earthly land one can identify as one’s home.

I spent 3 years teaching English in Korea.  My youngest daughter lived with me for the first year.  I homeschooled her and she would often come into my classroom and “assist” me in teaching the kids. My oldest daughter came and lived with me for a bit, and then off on her own for a bit teaching English herself.

During both of their times in Korea with me, we hiked, went to mask festivals, tea festivals, ate, ate, and ate more than you can imagine.  We volunteered at an orphanage and at a soup kitchen.  My kids volunteered on the set of a “movie” once and we participated in a variety of artist events.

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Sometimes I feel a bit of sehnsucht for this special country and often consider it my second home from home.  I will sometimes dream that when I am done doing what I am currently doing, I will go back there once again and resume my previous life.  I know they say you can never go home again. I hope that is not true.  I will forever hold Seoul in my heart as one of the most special times in my life.  My daughters both agree that if I were to go back, this is the one place they would follow me to if they could.

Korea – Rolling; avagal liz; corvec; zhenya; graeme; naomi; charlie; fugitive; sofie; joseph; hab; kaja; secretmoona; margaux; bamculture; stephanie;

Heimweh


Heimweh (noun) Origin: German | Homesickness.

“I felt a pang — a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before.
It was homesickness.  Now, even more than I had earlier when I’d first glimpsed it, I longed to be transported into that quiet little landscape, to walk up the path, to take a key from my pocket and open the cottage door, to sit down by the fireplace, to wrap my arms around myself, and to stay there forever and ever.”
― Alan Bradley

As much as I love to travel.  As much as I love new experiences.  As much as I love a variety of food and drink.  As much as I love making new friends.  As much as I love the open road.  As much as I love flying.  As much as I love taking the train.  As much as I love new sceneries.  As much as I love the sounds of an unfamiliar culture.   As much as I love who I become in a new surrounding.  As much as I love the view of an unfamiliar landscape from an open hotel window.  As much as I love everything about every other place in the world….

There is nothing I love more than home.

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“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.” ― Jodi Picoult

Homesick: Nawazish; pianogirl; susi; rugby; sang; iqra; christy; gdutta; manoj; jonathan; dale; cassandra

~ Merry Christmas ~


 It doesn’t have to be big. There do not need to be gifts. You do not need to be surrounded by noise, people, or things. All of those are nice aspects of the holiday.  However, this year is different. If you’re reading this, just know that you should be thankful that you are here. Merry Christmas and a happy new year. 

Story from random Facebook post.

As the holiday season of 1938 came to Chicago, Bob May wasn’t feeling much comfort or joy. A 34-year-old ad writer for Montgomery Ward, May was exhausted and nearly broke. His wife, Evelyn, was bedridden, on the losing end of a two-year battle with cancer. This left Bob to look after their four-year old-daughter, Barbara.

One night, Barbara asked her father, “Why isn’t my mommy like everybody else’s mommy?” As he struggled to answer his daughter’s question, Bob remembered the pain of his own childhood. A small, sickly boy, he was constantly picked on and called names. But he wanted to give his daughter hope, and show her that being different was nothing to be ashamed of. More than that, he wanted her to know that he loved her and would always take care of her. So he began to spin a tale about a reindeer with a bright red nose who found a special place on Santa’s team. Barbara loved the story so much that she made her father tell it every night before bedtime. As he did, it grew more elaborate. Because he couldn’t afford to buy his daughter a gift for Christmas, Bob decided to turn the story into a homemade picture book.

In early December, Bob’s wife died. Though he was heartbroken, he kept working on the book for his daughter. A few days before Christmas, he reluctantly attended a company party at Montgomery Ward. His co-workers encouraged him to share the story he’d written. After he read it, there was a standing ovation. Everyone wanted copies of their own. Montgomery Ward bought the rights to the book from their debt-ridden employee. Over the next six years, at Christmas, they gave away six million copies of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer to shoppers. Every major publishing house in the country was making offers to obtain the book. In an incredible display of good will, the head of the department store returned all rights to Bob May. Four years later, Rudolph had made him into a millionaire.

Now remarried with a growing family, May felt blessed by his good fortune. But there was more to come. His brother-in-law, a successful songwriter named Johnny Marks, set the uplifting story to music. The song was pitched to artists from Bing Crosby on down. They all passed. Finally, Marks approached Gene Autry. The cowboy star had scored a holiday hit with “Here Comes Santa Claus” a few years before. Like the others, Autry wasn’t impressed with the song about the misfit reindeer. Marks begged him to give it a second listen. Autry played it for his wife, Ina. She was so touched by the line “They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph play in any reindeer games” that she insisted her husband record the tune.

Within a few years, it had become the second best-selling Christmas song ever, right behind “White Christmas.” Since then, Rudolph has come to life in TV specials, cartoons, movies, toys, games, coloring books, greeting cards and even a Ringling Bros. circus act. The little red-nosed reindeer dreamed up by Bob May and immortalized in song by Johnny Marks has come to symbolize Christmas as much as Santa Claus, evergreen trees and presents. As the last line of the song says, “He’ll go down in history.”