Oranges….and joy.

by beanalreasa

The Orange
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

Wendy Cope


It’s been quite interesting both in — and out of  — my head these past few days.

Things are happening, and some of that just feels as if things are finally coming together in a few important ways.

Lately, when I am writing or thinking about such things, I get so revved up that I feel that I must get up and move around to dispel some energy.

It’s strange — sometimes I almost want to read what I’m feeling as anxiety — but lately, it’s been feeling more like excitement, anticipation …maybe even joy.

Maybe joy is a kind of anxiety.

I was thinking and writing about the weekend, about the ring, and about the whiskey, and about all the things coming together — and suddenly, I just had to get up and move a bit.

It’s a good kind of excitement, I suppose.

I am learning.

I am happy.