Supreme happiness, utter joy or contentment.
OK so in my mind I had an image of bliss as being less about contentment and more about sensation, but no... It is not just happiness and contentment it is way beyond....
So what makes me happy and contented?
A good solid hug.
A sunrise or sunset.
Walking barefoot at the beginning of a summers day and feeling hte dew and mud between my toes.
That feeling on the first day of some time off when you first wake up and then realise you don't have to get out of bed.
A lovely hot bath and a good book.
A good meal.
When S gives me a hug or tells me he loves me.
Walking barefoot along the edge of the sea.
A windy wild evening and a walk somewhere open.
Bats flying at twilight.
Watching wood peckers feed.
A good evening with friends.
Squeezing a good spot (sorry...)
A good book.
A good film.
Listening to some of my favourite music.
Nature and being out in nature with the sun on my face and wind in my hair.
But bliss? Do any of these thing make me soooo happy, I experience bliss? Have I ever felt bliss?
No, I don't think so.... Am I seeking bliss? No, I don't think so. Seeking bliss conjures up images of hedonistic cretins seeking a chemical high or materialistic fulfilment or both. Ordinary contentment will do me fine.... Maybe if I manage to achieve that all the time, I might start seeking bliss.....
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