I am simple soul in great measure, and so for me here is a moment that I would define as pure happiness.
I live on a leafy street in a very old part of Halifax. In fact, I live in a house that miraculously survived the Halifax Explosion, that devastating catastrophe that killed 2000 people in 1917 and which forged a strong and united bond with people from Boston and New York who came to our aid.
While other houses collapsed as if in the midst of a nuclear explosion, this one stood unscathed. It was a church manse and on the main floor many weddings took place and so the house is infused with the scent of loving memories, hopeful dreams and soft romance. It is peaceful beyond all telling and I feel very fortunate to live here.
On the top floor of this house in the morning in what is still an emerging spring for us, I live in a tree-house. Because from both sets of windows that face east and south all I can see are treetops coming into full bloom, and in the morning before my day splays into varying pathways I make it a point to sit in my "meditation chair" with a cup of really good coffee (these days it's Turkish), turn on my classical music and watch the sun touch the trees and the blooming flowers below me.
And I think that this moment defines me, and defines how the rest of the day will unfold. It is a simple and yet profound moment of pure happiness and joy.
I live on a leafy street in a very old part of Halifax. In fact, I live in a house that miraculously survived the Halifax Explosion, that devastating catastrophe that killed 2000 people in 1917 and which forged a strong and united bond with people from Boston and New York who came to our aid.
While other houses collapsed as if in the midst of a nuclear explosion, this one stood unscathed. It was a church manse and on the main floor many weddings took place and so the house is infused with the scent of loving memories, hopeful dreams and soft romance. It is peaceful beyond all telling and I feel very fortunate to live here.
On the top floor of this house in the morning in what is still an emerging spring for us, I live in a tree-house. Because from both sets of windows that face east and south all I can see are treetops coming into full bloom, and in the morning before my day splays into varying pathways I make it a point to sit in my "meditation chair" with a cup of really good coffee (these days it's Turkish), turn on my classical music and watch the sun touch the trees and the blooming flowers below me.
And I think that this moment defines me, and defines how the rest of the day will unfold. It is a simple and yet profound moment of pure happiness and joy.