So much relies on slowing down, doesn't it? We miss the wonder of our own lives in the fast pace of modern life. What a beautiful and poignant reminder, Trudi. And I love that tree!
Steve this is brilliant! Look at how you have used all my recent poems to create your own - I love it! Thank you so much. And, by the way, this poem was written on the train home from Canterbury after your prompt to get writing, so thank you.✨🙏
What I enjoyed most here is how gently the poem defines happiness—not as exhilaration or achievement, but as the absence of needing anything more from the moment we are already in.
A sky of perfect blue, a soft and gentle breeze, anything, or nothing at all—these are such ordinary things, yet the poem's final lines reveal the point beautifully: the extraordinary quality was always there. What changes is our awareness of it.
I especially liked “The anticipation / Of a journey home.” Happiness, then, is not only in arriving. Sometimes it lives in knowing where we belong and that we are on our way there.
I'm happily subscribing because I enjoy writing that pauses long enough to notice the quiet significance hidden inside ordinary moments. I also write at The Reflective State, and this brought to mind my piece Quiet Solitude, which explores a similar kind of stillness. If curiosity ever leads you there, I'd genuinely love to hear what you think.
Happiness, the space of connection, the breath of life that anchors us to the present moment, a beautiful place to be.
It is indeed a beautiful thing, Lady G. Thank you! 🙏
It is nothing but those simple moments of laughter and love that could so easily be taken for granted.
I agree, Mahdi. Simple moments of love and laughter are priceless 🥰✨
Beautiful! 💜
So pleased you think so, Wendy 🙏✨
So much relies on slowing down, doesn't it? We miss the wonder of our own lives in the fast pace of modern life. What a beautiful and poignant reminder, Trudi. And I love that tree!
I know, Lori-Ann! And that tree was special. It looked ancient!
When we appreciate life and all its wonders, and aware of our blessings, that’s happiness. That tree is enchanting, Trudi.💖
That is happiness, Jo-Ann! 🥰✨
Beautiful Trudi and love the tree in Canterbury.
That tree was quite special. I loved it too, Heidi! ✨
In the tradition of Chaucer.:)
Just a travelling wandering poetic minstrel borrowing other
peoples stories, poetic lines
Yep should have weaved your train journey in
Thought you would as you relaxed gazing out towards the kent counytryside
Couldn't fail really
I have much to thank you for Trudi, with your encouragement
Thank you.
And I, you, Steve. Your encouragement means so much.
Well there's certainly
Nothing " Ordinary" here
Trudi, you are always Extraord....
Don't need to spell it out
Even if there is something
" Will O the Wisp" about me
Just a
Travelling poetic minstrel here
You always plant
"The seed"
For us to ponder
Reflect
We've been to
" The Souk"
Through
"Storms"
A "Valley" too
Rested a while there
Experienced
" A Desert Sunset"
In our minds
Such a delicious dessert
Always
" When"
Even some Withchery
You leave us on the upswing
So poetically
Never
" Too Sensitive"
You know me
I"m the Too Emotional one
So Trudi, my dear
There is nothing
"Ordinary, not for a moment"
Always Truly
Trudi Extraordinary here
Steve this is brilliant! Look at how you have used all my recent poems to create your own - I love it! Thank you so much. And, by the way, this poem was written on the train home from Canterbury after your prompt to get writing, so thank you.✨🙏
So simple but so profound because it is life in those tiny moments that we need to embrace.
Thank you Trudi
The tiny moments are the most important, Julia! Thank you for reading this.💞✨
What I enjoyed most here is how gently the poem defines happiness—not as exhilaration or achievement, but as the absence of needing anything more from the moment we are already in.
A sky of perfect blue, a soft and gentle breeze, anything, or nothing at all—these are such ordinary things, yet the poem's final lines reveal the point beautifully: the extraordinary quality was always there. What changes is our awareness of it.
I especially liked “The anticipation / Of a journey home.” Happiness, then, is not only in arriving. Sometimes it lives in knowing where we belong and that we are on our way there.
I'm happily subscribing because I enjoy writing that pauses long enough to notice the quiet significance hidden inside ordinary moments. I also write at The Reflective State, and this brought to mind my piece Quiet Solitude, which explores a similar kind of stillness. If curiosity ever leads you there, I'd genuinely love to hear what you think.
Thank you for this insightful comment, Siddhartha. I appreciate you taking the time to read it and I will certainly look at your poetry.
Wonderful 🩵
Thank you, Georg! ✨
Fabulous Trudi 😊
Thank you, Simone 🥰✨