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Happiness feels like standing on a lushly grassy knoll, overlooking the flowering valley and the thatched-roofed cottages with small whisps of plushy smoke far below. The sky is the lightest, fairest of sunny blues with hints of clouds in the distance. It is perfectly warm with a casual breeze. My arms at my sides, fingers splayed, palms wide open facing forward. I wear my untucked paint shirt, jeans and stocking feet...still not used to that whole "barefooted" thingy.
My eyes are radiant, my heart filled with love and passion, my body warm, inviting and all mine.
My thoughts, ideas and feelings are my own. I carry a mental list of the various projects, steps, inventory and store list. All around my immediate self, I glow the prettiest of soft pinks.
I take off my socks....living dangerously, I feel the earth.
I am calm. I can hear and smell the ocean in the distance...not a storm in sight...clear skies:)