I don’t mean my family is not a bliss to me. Because they are, and eternally so. They are my light, my breath, the blood in my veins, my everything. But no matter how much I love them there are parts that make me sad, maybe a word or action, not even ment to harm, just my own interpretation. And the fact that we will not always be together. Feeling bliss with them in the very moment is rewarding when I practice that. And I do, try to make every moment count.
Being able to find bliss when I am working with my own ways of expressing colour, shapes, stories is rewarding in another way. The more I practice the more I find who I am inside. Creating makes the hours fly away. Finding myself helps me stand with both feet firmly. Loving myself, to love others.
Puppy bliss. He accepts it when I tell him to back off and joyfully returns when the situation is over. I laugh and play with him and he confirms me just the way I am. His friendly eyes look at me with presence. I find unconditional bliss.
But his people will soon be back to pick him up. (That will mean sleeping all nights again🙂 )
Today Bliss means being out in the SUN!