I have a book. A brown one, which is very different from my other vibrant rainbow filled books.
This book is reserved for my gratitude for immense amounts of pleasure and/or pain. I was musing over the irony of the fact that these emotions can come hand in hand. I am grateful for experiencing joy and happiness on a daily basis but a dash of pain here and there never hurts. I have discovered it really is a matter of how you perceive it. Pain has often taught me things no amount of pleasure could! Makes sense? Well, mindless blabbering and all 😉
Imagining myself atop a hill on the moon, with a dear friend who cannot read this at the moment and just whiling the night away waiting for earth to come up? That’s what I’ll be dreaming of.