Words to live by: Raymond Carver

“Forgive me if I’m thrilled with the idea, but just now I thought that every poem I write ought be called Happiness.”

Sentimental?  Yes, entirely.  But I adore this idea from this marvelous poet and writer who had anything but a spotless and carefree life.  What a world it would be if much of what we wrote, spoke, and lived could be called Happiness.  I actually have a number of moments in time, sometimes developing into days, that could be called Happiness of various sorts.  Sometimes it is Bliss, other times Contentment, occasionally Peace, and very often Joy.

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