Dear Reader:

By now many of you long-time readers know that this little statue, given to me by family, was the first statue in the garden. Its name is “Bliss.” When I first spotted it in a catalogue I knew it symbolized exactly what I wanted to feel from the presence of my garden….a world of bliss. And that is exactly what I got!

Bliss is a word we don’t much see any more unless, perhaps, in a children’s fiction story where the children find themselves in a completely blissful state eating apples under an old apple tree.

Besides the innocence of children and bliss….theologians use the word to describe heaven….a state of perfect happiness….the rapture, ecstasy, or euphoria.

Perhaps Boo’s Garden ought to be changed to “Boo’s Bliss” because that is exactly what it is. Every single day there is something new to discover in blissful amazement. There is always a sense of deja vu when I enter the garden…as if in my parallel life the garden was always there….simply invisible until I was ready to be “perfectly happy” within my existence.

Almost a year ago to the day Honey came across an article on the place of bliss in our modern lives, thought of me, and sent it to me. I loved it and hope you do too.

“Finding Your Bliss Station” – Joseph John Campbell

If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living.

Wherever you are — if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time.

[Sacred space] is an absolute necessity for anybody today. You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you.

This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen.

 When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in the field of your bliss, and they open the doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.”

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So until tomorrow….Let’s”plant” a little bit of heaven right here on earth. The only way we can do it….is believe in bliss and then live it.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*I have been in Mount Pleasant since Thursday evening….kept Jakie yesterday because his pre-school was closed. What a difference it is keeping my grandsons from my granddaughter….I might need to invest in a catcher’s mask….all three are into trucks, (especially firetrucks) trains, and balls…..football, basketball, baseball or golf….the sport doesn’t matter as long as a ball is involved. It is genetically ingrained in them (wired) from their first day on earth. Truly the difference between Mars and Venus…..and both absolutely wonderful!

Mollie has been in Washington, D.C. at a conference with her new cosmetic entrepreneurship over the weekend.

While gone…Walsh started training the boys for future Olympics…the Dingle bob sled team! Let me change that….The “Blissful Dingle bob sled team!

It ended up with the rest of the family gathering for supper last night….six adults and four children (six and under)….it was a “wild and crazy” night…a very loud one. But to a proud grandmother….it was bliss!

*I took “Little Tink” to show Eva Cate and she squealed. Her first assignment from her teacher is to bring something to school the first day that means something special to each one and share it with the class….so she is keeping “Little Tink” for show and tell the first day of first grade….Tinker Bell is getting her fifteen minutes of fame after all.