The pursuit of happiness
Is not happiness that ubiquitous and yet enigmatic lover we are all after. What is being happy? Truly.
A loving husband with nice smile and decent job, who will remember your birthdays and anniversaries with a thoughtful gift. Yes that is happiness. Two lovely, perfect, bright as sunshine, straight as an arrow children. Yes of course that is happiness. A lovely home with a white picket fence and a warm fireplace. Yes, Yes, Yes that is happiness.
Is it all that simple? That easy? Never is, is it? Happiness to me is glorious sunrise as this morning's, flooding my kitchen with light, the soft voice singing in French as I type, Seth curled into a ball, oatmeal with brown sugar, the perfect latte steaming in front of me. My patient's face when I give them good news, a child's smile as she runs her hand through Seth's soft fur, and an evening with family and friends with no urgency of it ever ending, a nice bottle of wine and a loaf of bread.
My mind is American, heart is Indian and amidst all of this is a French woman waiting to experience life in all its glory.The French woman in me wants to invite her dear friends, darling sisters, the dedicated, loving people she works with to dinner every night for a bottle of wine, good food and laughter.Well, since that is impossible in today's rushed, achievement oriented world, I decided to start this blog.
This blog is an invitation to all the wonderful people in my life and the amazing people I am yet to meet to come to my table and share my life. Come for a moment, for an hour or more. Come for breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert or high tea or coffee. Come to my table and share your life.
