July 6, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project
during my 70th years where I write and illustrate a blog on each
day’s gift.)
Late afternoon sun filters through the living room curtains,
a wine glass sits next to me, and I hold a library book in my lap. Gentle sounds
of water fill my space. No TV. No radio. No street sounds. There is only the rhythm
of water bubbling out of a ceramic fish mouth. What peace!
Not long ago at SOWEBO Fest, I saw a charming fish
fountain at one of the art booths. It was a goofy looking fish surrounded by
marbles and stones in a pink bowl. I kept returning to the display, listening
to the sound of water and smiling at the silly looking fish sticking its tongue
out at me. Later I led David to the artist’s booth and he too liked the
whimsical ceramic and we bought it. We were drawn to the whimsy.
Whimsy? That is a rarely used word. What does it mean? Dictionary
definitions don’t quite make it: playfully quaint or fanciful behavior or
humor; a thing that is fanciful or odd. What does that mean?
For me, whimsy has to do with spontaneous smiles, unabashed
abandonment of adulthood, a magic embrace, thoughts floating on a sunbeam and purr
of the moment surrounding me.
This afternoon, whimsy pouring through a pink fish’s
mouth inspired a smile, peace, connection and a sense of wellbeing.
My
gift today is whimsy.
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