Delta, the AI was tasked to write a letter with mostly words that start with the letter H. Boy, did it deliver!
Happy-go-lucky, Mia hopped and hurried along the hardy pavement, her hind legs high in the air. Her heart was filled with happiness as she hugged close to her human, Missy. With each step, Mia’s tail wagged high, a symbol of her delight. Missy held her leash, her hand heavy with love, guiding the hound on their journey. The two explored hills, walked along the harbor, and even chased a horde of honking geese. Mia was a true harbinger of happiness, bringing joy to all she met with her pure, unbridled enthusiasm.
It’s eerie that I have a photo of geese we saw in the harbour, although I’m not sure about their honking as they might have also been ducks. (Bird is bird.)
It was indeed a happy day at that harbour. While it was New Year’s Day, it was uncharacteristically warm, with all the promise of spring. It made me think of something I’ve learned recently about how March used to be the first month of the year, which the numbers in Latin were referring to: 7 (septem), 8 (octo), 9 (novem), and 10 (decem). And it makes sense, to have the calendar year starting when nature is also reborn.
That day on the pier with Mia, mild, sunny, was more hopeful than any NYE celebrations in the cold. While I knew it was only a temporary promise, it felt energizing, it made me feel strong and happy – not just for the fleeting moments of a party but warming to the depths of my soul.
There always are two types of happiness: euphoria, that takes to unimaginable heights, and contentment, that is like a soft cocoon. I could never handle euphoria well, the drop after always crashed me, and made the whole thing irrelevant. And building a cocoon takes time, time that I didn’t use to allow for myself. So my happiness used to be in waves on the back of others, external things, never mine.
Therefore days like that in the harbour still take me by surprise. When I find it strengthened by the core of who I am, opening up to experience it fully, strongly, calmly. They are not as rare as they used to be: the more I let it wash over me, the more frequent they become. Or maybe it’s just the fact that Mia drags me to the right places to find this. So we can be happy-go-lucky together.
This post is part of the A to Z blogging challenge of April 2023.
Topic of this year is “The AI, the dog and the witchling”, real and fictional stories partially written/inspired by Artificial Intelligence, featuring Mia and Missy.
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6 thoughts on “Happy-go-lucky”
Yes, that feeling of contentment is great but can be banished in a moment. All the Easter visitors had gone home. I was about to settle with a coffee and a hot cross bun. Just put the washing machine on. The grandchildren’s swimming gear was still in the laundry! What to do? Meet half way to their house (40 minutes), drop off gear and turn around and go home. Now to relax.
Hope you were able to rest as well Linda!
So true, Andi. Euphoria can lead to a bad crash after things settle down. It’s so short-lived. While contentment, built over time, keeps us warm, and stays by our side.
I love Mia’s pictures. She is quite a poser. ❤
Thank you, it’s usually the 2 of us travelling so I taught her early to sit/stand until I release her – makes some good photos in the right location! 🙂
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Stopping by here after a longish hiatus lent me a sense of euphoria. Mia is such a doll, Andi.
Happy weeks ahead!
I love the photos of Mia.
Ronel visiting for H:
My Languishing TBR: H
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