There was a hint of spring in the air today. And to celebrate, we had afternoon tea out doors in the garden...
Afterwards I went for a walk up the hill, and listened to Feist on my headphones. I bid good afternoon to every magpie and kangaroo that I saw (!) and as I walked I let the music take my heart on an emotional tour - you know the way you do sometimes?
I pretend I am in a film, and this is the music in the soundtrack. I walk, and sometimes dance along, as though the camera is watching my movements. I mime the words as I explore in the scene. I must be deeply talented and interesting - or I wouldn't be in this film!
Sometimes I could be Lizzy, from Pride and Prejudice. Walking along (in cute dress) with a knowing smile at how the world is, and how it perhaps ought to be...
Atop of hill, I play lots of games with myself - I think of song lyrics, and set lists, and shopping lists, and love ones, missed. I hear the gentle whisper of God's sweet voice, which makes me smile : )
Could this be a recipe for happiness?