above : farmer's market circa 1951
in a season where joy is usually abound for me, i have found it difficult lately to find inspiration - that breathy, soothing feeling of contentment has been elusive and short-lived. tough moments in life make my vision cloudy and my heart heavy, each thought and negative experience adding its weight to the already substantial pile of emotion.
however, a friend reminded me today of my commitment to appreciate and to revel in daily smatterings of pleasure - i hadn't really come to terms with how much time has passed since my last posting until that moment. a true lesson of sorts, because it is this commitment that facilitates big-time happiness through snapshots of joy. this is an ongoing and at times failing journey, but i do believe in its power to heal.
so . . .
today's joy comes from a new experience - a neighborhood farmer's market in the heart of a small area in the city. it had been our intention week after week to make it there; however, it hadn't happened until this afternoon. as soon as my feet hit the pavement and the summer air touched my skin, things just seemed a little more right, a little more rooted in my own ideal reality. the smell of wafting barbecue mingling perfectly with fried everything greeted me and drew me in and fresh produce, jewelry and homemade baskets filled my sight. meandering through the crowd, my every sense was stimulated and my every happiness fulfilled. it's moments like these that restore me, that revive me, and that give me faith.
bon weekend, tout le monde.
