There are things that please me. Mostly little things. (But the little things are the best things). Things that make me grin for days after I’ve discovered them. Or things that I watch for every day, just to catch that moment of small glee, where my eyes light up and I blaze with silliness.
I’ve had a theory for years, that small delights are everywhere. That the swiftest way to feeling jaded is to stop looking for the little joys. During the deep sad of last year, I found it really difficult to connect to the joy, but the habit of looking for moments didn’t go. It was an unexpected comfort.
Because delight is delicious. And more-ish. And one’s day can literally fill with delight, if you know where to look, and you’re not afraid to gasp and clap your hands at its appearance.
So, for you, I share my recent crop of moments*:
Tim Minchin, doing the musical equivalent of patting his head and rubbing his tummy at the same time (I’ve got a man-sized crush on Minchin)
The unwashed hippies of the Burning Man festival, performing Dr Seuss’s “Oh, The Places You’ll Go” (The text of this got me through last year. For it is very true: “Unslumping yourself is not easily done”.)
The muppets, my all time favourite beasties, sing Flanders and Swann, my all time favourite musical comedians.
(Yes, Gnu, I *do* always think of you!)
And last but not least, my every-day delight. My parked car is shaded by a Frangipani tree. Every night, buckets of frangipani flowers fall and settle on my car. Which means every day I start my drive to work trailing fragrant exotic flowers in my wake. It makes me feel like some kind of fairy goddess. And that pleases me. Enormously.
*My apologies to those of you who indulge in mutual stalkage via other channels. You’ll have seen some of this.