Stories Collected While Living in France
The key of happiness
is in your breast pocket, next to your heart.
You will find it can open many doors,
and lock those that need to be closed.
If you use it often,
it will become larger.
Funny, when happiness is at hand,
the doors disappear,
and the key is passed on.
Photo: Large 19th century key waits to be held. It opens the sturdiest door. Looking back at this photo… my inner voice questions, "Why didn't you ask the price of that tray?"
Love all your posts. Have made me laugh, cry and pray. But dying to know what happened with Yann’s great uncle’s house contents. What did everyone choose? Keep writing.
The key to my happiness is working out the logic of things. This applies to translating, other writing, and plain old coping with life!
these questions always throw me-because I have never though about the key to happiness-my key that is-I viewing late today so I do not have all day to ponder-this will be my night time quiet time thought….always stimulating
Beautiful key and beautiful sentiment.
🙂 and very nice tray….next time.
Profound post dear friend. I just know that my key to happiness lies within myself and that I am the master of my state of happiness or lack thereof. I confession also that my 2nd thought was “I want that tray” although I have so many that it sounds a bit greedy…
And if ALL my dozens of old (large and small) keys are keys of happiness then I’m indeed a very happy girl (which si what I consider myself anyway). Love
Sorry for spelling errors. Working on a bizarre iPad with a French keyboard I cannot change nor change language…
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