Things that make one Happy

A little inventory from Rockaway Beach

Today I am at Rockaway Beach in my little bungalow. I am listening to my CD’s (that everyone says are obsolete) on my equally obsolete CD player (which I love). This minute I am listening to track 5: Ghost City from Ghost in the Shell composed and performed by Kenji Kawai. I never get tired of it. I never get tired of walking with my trousers rolled along the shore. I never get tired of the sea. I never get tired of the poems of Rumi or sitting with coffee and an open notebook at my cafe table. Being at Rockaway Beach makes me happy. Listening to Kenji Kawai while sweeping my floor makes me happy. Glancing up at the small statue of the poet-dervish Rumi, that my mother gave me thirty years ago, makes me happy. So much strife, grief, and anxiety in the world. Thank the heavens for small pleasures and the ocean’s rolling music. I am so excited just to say hello to my little house and get sand all over everything and feel sudden waves of happiness in concert with the waves of the sea.

A good day

My CD player

The poet Rumi from mommy