Bliss. How do I find it? Better yet, how do I keep it?
Thinking back on periods of my life, some of my most blissful moments have occurred when things weren’t going particularly well. Also, when bliss happens, it trends toward the warmer months rather than the colder ones. That’s not to say blissful moments don’t happen in winter.
My recurring blissful moments:
Walking and hitting the endorphin zone where the world just seems right. Exercise can be a sort-of double-edged sword of bliss, too. Accurate, if unpleasant, insights have also dawned on me in the same “zone.”
The smell of coffee brewing every morning. Bliss!
There’s another bliss that comes through writing. My muse, amped up with creativity, zaps me to another zone – similar to the exercise zone, yet different.
Trouble with exercise, coffee brewing, and writing bliss… they don’t always pay the bills. So there are times bliss, and the pursuit of it, takes a backseat to more practical matters.
I’d like more bliss this summer. Yesterday, sitting on the porch reading a book in the late afternoon sun reminded me that in order to have bliss, I sometimes need to carve out the time to just BE.
For some, bliss comes by holding their grandbabies in their arms, kneeling at an altar, or flying tens of thousands of feet in the air, marveling at the curve of the earth. Or appreciating the first snowflakes of winter float down onto their dog’s snout.