Finding beauty

English: Daffodil field in South East Cornwall

English: Daffodil field in South East Cornwall (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What is it that makes me feel good? I look for beauty everywhere, I think. Some days I find myself walking by the seaside and being amazed over the gracious swans. Or an heir flying over.

I turned round a bend once when cycling to work, and there, right in front of me, stood three deers. They made my day. When the newborn lambs gets out on the fields, I find myself talking to them as if they were babies; well, they are:)
I live in paradise:)

Something yellow for today!

Daffodils” (1804)
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

What makes YOU feel good?


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