My Painter's Key mentioned that some author thinks happiness is over rated. This author believes that unhappiness, sadness, morose thinking are more creative (introspective) and help artists examine their lives. Happy people don't examine their lives and therefore don't create as much art. Good art. The author says happy art isn't good art.In general, I believe we are as happy as we want to be (excluding those with depression). What I mean is, if you expect to be happy, then you will be. If you expect to be unhappy, disgruntled, paranoid, distrustful or angry -- you will be.
Today someone asked if I was happy with my life. (yes, people say these things to me). And then I read this letter about happiness. Synchronicity. The Universe is speaking to me.
Yesterday I picked up a book sale gardening book from the 1950's. Flower Gardening. I opened the book to "flowers for a wet/bog area" and read about that. Know what? Today a woman comes over to me at work and asks if I know of any plants good in a bog situation. Yes, I do. AND I had a lengthy discussion with a customer about Ornamental Dahlias. No such thing in any book. She described a dark leaved dahlia with dark red flowers. THEN, as I walked out of work at 5 pm I look down on the floor and sitting there, where it hadn't ever been, was a dark, almost purple leaved dahlia. Red flower. Tag reads Dahlia: Decorative. Spooky, huh?
Things like this are happening to me on a regular basis. Like every day. It's like the Universe is closer now that I am outdoors and in contact with the sun, plants, water and air. Ask the Universe for what you want and it will deliver.
What I need right now--for customer's orders: dark purple Supertunias, Bubblegum Pink Supertunias (enough for 15 window boxes), white Bacopa and Diamond Frost. Oh, and some more white spreading verbena. And I need this stuff to be on tomorrow's truck which should arrive just after I punch in on the timeclock so I can grab it and hide it under the potting table until I can make up the window boxes. Please? Or Thursday. If you need more time, Universe. I'm off Friday to Monday. Don't bring it then.
And Friday, Saturday and Sunday I will be planting my vegetable garden and restacking the wood pile. I hit it while backing the truck up. All that work my son and G did, stacking the wood. All tumbled over. Trifocal glasses make for poor depth perception. I have no idea where the back end of the truck actually is. Until it hits the woodpile.
2 comments:
As usual, I just enjoy your blog so much. Beautiful fun pictures, thoughtful insight, humor, honesty!
Love this post. I think you need a little flag thingy on the back of your truck to show you where it ends. I used to have 2 on my once Honda Civic Shuttle (when I lived in Japan). Those were the days when the front ends took the nose dive.
Later I'll look up the name of all those plants you mentioned. Seems like all Greek to me.
AND YES!!! The Universe delivers, all the time BUT, the receiver must also give back...my firm belief....my favourite saying is 'when the student is ready, the teacher will appear'. So true.
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