Not the Debbie kind, you knitters, but the extreme happiness variety, a spiritual joy maybe. I gave my niece and her new husband a wedding card, one I picked up on the run, with the improbable message: Love, bliss, forever. Being the practical godmother to this child, I wrote on the inside “Probably not bliss, but love forever.” Here’s the happy couple:
This sentiment provided good fuel to the discussion fire at several vacation social events this past week. What’s your bliss was the opening question.Of course we had to set some ground rules as it became evident that many were drug and sex induced blissful experiences. So, no chemical or sexual pleasure allowed, what was your experience of bliss, your magical moment?
The concept was defined. Perhaps bliss could be felt in the experience of great relief or joy, second chances when none were expected. Some blissful feelings were calm, spiritual or profoundly grounding. Many were related to nature and travel – long afternoons, letting down on a tropical beach drinking red wine accompanied with a chocolate baguette. Some were childhood experiences – running so fast in new shoes, so special the wearer felt he was the fastest person on earth. Nobody could ever beat him.
Have you come up with something? The one moment you wanted to go on forever? Or are you thinking what were these nutcakes drinking?
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