December 31, 2008
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So Happy
It’s a little bit absurd, really. I was talking with Greyfox about this phenomenon yesterday. It started early this month when I started, first, thinking about the Xmas countdown, and then, when I started researching the new items and revising some old ones. “Library” research is my second favorite thing to do, right after all that stuff I do professionally and call, collectively, “readings.”
Back in my pre-interweb life, it led to my accumulating an extensive, and now dusty and disused, personal library. When I wanted to find a fact and my library came up short, it meant travel. I recall one time I went to the Willow Library and learned there that a book I needed was in the resource section of a library in Anchorage, so I went on into the city, a round trip of about 200 miles.
Not only is it much faster and easier with Google and the giant worldwide electronic library, but I have even more fun finding facts now that I can share them with anywhere from a few dozen to a few hundred readers here. This month, I was so absorbed and amused by my pursuit of knowledge and the work of condensing, collating and communicating it, that I never gave a thought to mood.
Meandering around here reading blogs on Christmas eve revealed several cases of an old familiar mood disorder: holiday blues. Noticing someone else’s unhappiness made me aware of my own happiness. Writing about happiness, or even just thinking about happiness, tends to amplify it for me. When I mentioned that to my wise and philosophical Old Fart, he said, “That’s the way it works, isn’t it?”
It doesn’t even take that much impetus to turn me introspective. I gave it some thought and had to concur: that is, indeed, the way my mind works. Thoughts of happiness, hearing the word, “happy,” even, can increase my level of happiness. I don’t need reasons to be happy, I don’t even really need to be happy. I’m contented most of the time to coast along in neutral. Everything for me just goes along tickety-boo as long as I’m cycling from postive to neutral and back.
My Bushido training conditioned me to cycle from positive to neutral and back. When I dip into negative energy, I usually pop right back out. But sometimes I run with it and use the energy to get things done. It was like that for me through the fall, up to election day. I was so appalled at the idea of Sarah Palin being a heartbeat away from the presidency, with only a doddering old dood (who had caved under mind-control techniques in a prison camp and denounced our democracy) standing between her and the Oval Office, that I went to work informing the electorate about Sarah Barracuda.
Judging by comments received on those blogs, I influenced a few voters. Maybe, armed with my info, they influenced a few more. Maybe I helped win the election. There’s a thought that makes me smile.Pluto’s entry into Capricorn is making some astrologers nervous. It seems to me that an individual’s response to this event is more closely related to the person’s attitude than to his or her astrological expertise. It makes me wonder what’s going to happen next. The last time Pluto entered Capricorn, there were revolutions in France and England’s American colonies, and the Australian penal colony was founded. I ask myself what’s the next higher octave of that sort of change, and I smile.
It has just occurred to me that all this smiling I’m doing might be entirely on the inside. I don’t know what my face is doing. For as long as I can remember, people have been telling me to smile at times when I could have sworn I was already smiling. It is just not safe to try to judge this book by her cover. …and there’s another thought that brings a smile to my mind.
I was asked recently how much daylight we’re getting now. Today it is five hours, eighteen minutes, a gain of one minute and 57 seconds over yesterday. Every time I mention temperatures, indoors and out, people comment, so here we go again: -28.3 outside, 55 inside. Wow! 83.3 degrees difference. Love that new woodstove! We (the tropical houseplants, Doug, Koji, the four Piebeans, two Fuzzles, three Bagel Boys, Muffin, Granny Mousebreath, Fancy, and me) might survive if it gets really cold.
Still happy, so happy,
Comments (4)
this entry made me happy. thanks for spreading the joy of life!
That whole Pluto-Capricorn situation has me bothered now. Throwing off chains is always a good thing, even if it does mean bloodshed. It doesn’t have to. There, that’s better. I have realized how very negative I have been and in what a dull, dusty, cold and dank place it has held me. Just for shits and giggles I started to read a Course on Miracles again. It’s helping. And also watching my thoughts. I can choose happiness. I can choose hope.
There’s a revolution in my pants!! They’re raising the flag right now and there’s not a government in the world that could stop it!… wait, I think I see something down there – is that Karl Marx or Che Guevara after a month in the Bolivian jungle??
oooooooooooooh… I think I just hit puberty. Viva La Revolución! 
Pluto is fucking badass; love it. Not as much a fan of Capricorn.
So… many… books. Aren’t you just a paragon of knowledge by now?
@Apocatastasis - I had to look up “paragon”: “ideal: model of excellence or perfection of a kind; one having no equal.” Nope. Maybe I am a sub-paragon of the pursuit of knowledge.
@butshebites - I think ACIM helped save my life back around the time the Berlin Wall came down. Divorced Doug’s dad, had several really cruddy lovers, drank a bit, got suicidally depressed, and reached out to the only help available. I listened to ACIM and Douglas Adams’s Hitchhiker trilogy on audiobooks. I was saved.