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contentment wears a secret smile

Yesterday I walked around carrying a secret smile, feeling content and happy as I rode to and from work and contemplating an evening with old friends who are in town from back home, and my girls.  As I rode on the subway to meet everyone at our friends’ hotel, I got thinking about the idea of contentment, and how it relates to “happy.”  Does the presence of the former always result in the latter?  Because goodness knows “content” isn’t a term I’d use to describe myself; I’ve never been particularly content.  But I have been happy for substantial chunks of my life. 

Leaving my hometown and coming to this city was a product of that perpetual discontentment, but leaving behind certain people and certain familiarities was the painful part of that decision.  Leaving was something I had to do in striving for my own happiness, but it didn’t come without consequence, psychologically and financially.  But as I have been reminded each time I return there, the love of my people remains steadfast, and maybe that has, in its gentle way, helped me to find my ground here.  I still get asked if I will come home, but they all understand why I am here.

They know that in some ways, DIScontentment makes me happy.  I have this fear of becoming stagnant; of living a life of never changing, never growing.  I don’t suppose all the moving around I’ve done is necessarily akin to growth and change – I know many people who have lived in a place all their lives and have evolved and grown in all kinds of beautiful ways.  But there is this constant yearning to “move on” within, and maybe my physical moving around is a misguided manifestation of that.  Happiness is often associated as the end product of the striving – when we all know it’s the striving itself that really causes happiness; the small, sometimes methodical steps; the actions.

Last year, in an attempt to live the notion that ‘happiness is the journey not the destination’ I turfed the quest of finding “home” in this new city and left it up to “home” to find me.  I had some journeying to do in the meantime.  It was the right decision.  I still consider my current home as a “temporary place to hang my hat” but it doesn’t matter anymore.  The discontentment has been sent back to where it belongs – in my mind – no longer directed at the walls and streets around me. 

Maybe my feeling of contentment yesterday was because the “twain met.”  The comfort of the love and history and fellowship from back home lived together in the realm of the discontented soul, gently tugging it back from the journey for a bit of a breather. 

And I was still wearing that secret smile when I walked home at the end of the evening and went to bed.

Mona_Lisa 

This is a Magpie Tale.  To find wonderful weekly visual prompts and links to what they've inspired in many writers and poets, visit here.

this particular dance

I don’t know how to do it

this dance

and I’ve always hated doing things I’m not good at
at least until
I got good at them
and this particular dance makes me feel
like I’m falling over my feet

or worse
yours

what if
instead
we walked a while

I never was a good multi-tasker
or dancer
of this particular dance

but when we walk
I can think
listen
talk

When I’m mucking about having to focus
on getting the moves
right
and when I’m dancing where I should be walking
all I can think about
is finding the damn road map

Ironic
since no map-following
would likely be the better
route
in this journey
meandering back roads
tripping up surprise hills
and
into hidden trails

And see
dancing is for eyes closed

and not thinking
or
steps
or
directions

or
finding
“truth” in something
outside the dancer

especially when it doesn’t exist
yet

dancing is for
revelling
in that thing
already
found

Magpie music 
 
This is a Magpie Tale.  To find more creative takes on this and other wonderful photo prompts, visit here.  Give it a try – creativity is good for you!

better a late magpie tale about sweet relief?

Magpie bath 

Okay, this is last week's Magpie Tales prompt.  I loved the prompt, I just didn't get it together.  But then yesterday I was talking about the inspiration I find in Victoria Williams and I mentioned the Sweet Relief benefit album(s) of the nineties, and I thought of this song – another oft-played favourite of Victoria's songs in my home, this time interpreted by "that firecracker" Maria McKee. 

I couldn't pull it together for the Magpie Tales Tuesday launch, and I've already started to write this week's "tale" based on this week's Magpie prompt.  But what the hell – Victoria said pretty much what I was not able to pull together, so better late than never, I say.  

(Bad video – gets cut off at the end.  But just buy it on i-tunes, or dare I say it – buy the album on CD!  You'll be glad you did.)



http://www.victoriawilliams.net/