This morning, via text, a friend of mine exclaimed how happy she was. When I asked if there was any particular reason for this happiness, she responded, "No, just normal joy." Normal joy. I like that thought, a lot. It reminds me of this poem:
Like Wendy Cope? I thought think the Poetry Archive's page on Wendy Cope is a great introduction to the poet. Check it out here, and be sure to click the link to "Strugnell's Haiku," as it is a humorous joy. Thank goodness for happy poets. And thank goodness for Garrison Keillor's anthology, Good Poems, for introducing me to this poem.The OrangeWendy Cope
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 the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time left over.
I love you. I'm glad I exist.