‘Do not look for happiness in life. Life itself is happiness’....
From Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Magical Year of Reading by Nina Sankovitch.
This morning at the brink of waking, I felt my lips form a turned up semi circle. I smiled wide for no reason or perhaps it was because I was alive—because I had been traveling to faraway places in my dreams; and perhaps I didn’t travel anywhere at all. I was only aware of my sealed eyelids, my body and the warm body sleeping next to mine. I was aware of the muscles on my face in their state of pure relaxation and joy and this upturned smile and bodily sensations held me. I felt my lips begin to part and the smile took over and it was pure bliss.
