Recently on the radio I heard a psychiatrist talking about how obsessed Americans are with fame. She stated that if one really reflected on their lives, they would find that their moments of true joy, of pure bliss came not from time in the spotlight, but from moments in their simple, routine, daily lives. As she spoke, two moments of pure bliss immediately popped into my mind.
The first involves a cozy blanket, a lazy afternoon and our black cat, Rugrat. When I curl up in a chair to read or watch TV and pull a cozy blanket over my lap, inevitably, Rugrat comes to curl up on me. When he finally finds the perfect napping spot, which tends to be up by my neck, he settles down and you can feel all of his muscles relax. Then he lets out this sigh like all of the air has exited his body. The sigh is so peaceful and you can tell he is completely contented. For me, being a part of that moment with him and knowing that I have created a world for him that makes him feel that way, that he trusts me, loves me and feels safe, is pure bliss.
The second pure bliss moments happens less as Edward gets older, which is why I chose an old picture of him as a baby. I can remember the pure joy I felt whenever I heard him laugh without reserve or hesitation. Those deep, pure, joyful belly laughs would instantly lower my blood pressure and erase all worries I had. He does it less as he gets older not because he is any less happy, but just because that is what happens as we grow up. But, I can still hear those laughs in my head from time to time and they make me feel truly content.
What is pure bliss for you? Whatever it is, I hope you find a little piece of it this weekend.