I was thinking about joy yesterday and trying to remember where I used to find it. And while I was thinking about it the subject of happiness came up as did pleasure and I began to wonder how inter-related they all were and if you could have one without the others. It seems reasonable. In fact, it seems entirely plausible. I’m pretty sure they’re each tied to our endorphins and probably only represent stages on a continuum of some sort and most likely evolved because someone was having a hard time telling someone else how they felt.

Anyway, it makes me happy to walk around and look at my miniature agave. They’re nicely symmetrical plants with a lovely color. They’re slow growing too and need little tending. Perfect plants for my garden. They have babies, as well. In fact, several years ago I moved two of them into their own spots just down the garden. They’ve settled in and seem to be well adjusted. It’s hard to know, though, because they’re slow growers and it occurs to me they may be slow die-ers as well. So, it’s probably just best to sit and watch, which is okay, because as I just mentioned that makes me happy.

Although now that I think about it. Maybe it’s best to say that watching them makes me feel good in a satisfied way, which is not something I was thinking about yesterday. Satisfaction. I can’t get no. Naw, that’s not true. I’ve been satisfied, partly because I’ve learned how to be happy with what I have. And what I have right now, at this very moment, is a nice house with a lovely yard, kids, grand-kids, cousins, and a bevy of friends who care. And maybe therein lies the key to joy, happiness and pleasure.