Dreaming of Maine
Acrylic on canvas
8 x 8 inches
Barbara Muir © 2012Once again I've had a great day. Not much time
to paint, but I had fun thinking about Maine and
parts of New Brunswick with this one, where you
come upon buildings that run into one another, and
go on and on because some new addition was needed,
and unlike our tiny city lots the room was there,
so Bob's your uncle, ipso facto, lets add another
section on. Some of them are my favorite white
clapboard, and that's what I was thinking about
in this little dreamscape.
I met a friend I hadn't seen for a long time today,
and we had the greatest talk. I am such a firm
believer in happiness and always enjoy
good conversation in a lovely setting. I walked
away with a rich feeling of delight colouring
But by contrast it seems that so many people
I've talked to recently are leary of the idea
of happiness. They ask -- is happiness real?
Substitute possible, achievable, valuable?
Is this just winter acting on the collective
mood? Maybe it doesn't matter. Apparently pessimists
are classically conservative, and optimists more liberal.
I have no idea whether or not this is true. I do
know that it feels infinitely better to think you're
happy, than to know that you're not.
Steven and I went out to Ikea, for our Thursday
night supper. The people behind the counter
there recognize us because we've been following
this strange, predictable pattern for almost
two years. We eat practically the same meals, and
sit where we can watch little children and families
playing. Tonight a mother was spoon feeding supper
to her six year old girl, so that the child didn't have
to stop playing to eat. Both the mother and child
were happy. I think. And we were happy watching
them. I think. We also seemed to be happy in
the car listening to a wildly funny radio show
and laughing our heads off.
Maybe it's those new vitamins Steven's been giving
me, because despite reasons for sorrow that are
always present, I have been feeling overwhelmingly
content. Even happy. Maybe you're the reason for
that, and you and you and you. Thanks for that.
I think it's real. And if I'm living in some
Descartian/Augustinian duality for now I think
I'll chill, and say WooHoo! Today life is good.
Have a having-a-great-day day