Celebrating 2017, Welcoming 2018

Happy New Year everyone! May 2018 be a year of love, success, joy and peace for all of you.

An Old Irish Blessing

May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!

Usually I can’t wait to finish the year and start a new one, in the hope that the new one will somehow be better than the old. This year was different. At the start of 2017, I made a “good memories jar” and throughout the year, I added slips of paper with special memories of all the good things that had happened to me.

This was the cover of my jar, with images of things that are special to me.

Last night, I opened the jar.

And throughout the evening, we chose a slip and read it to each other. So saying goodbye to 2017 was a very pleasant trip down memory lane and 2018 was welcomed in with hope and joy. This was the best New Year’s Eve ever!

What New Year’s Eve traditions do you have? Share them with us in the comments.


Happy! Poems in response to the Daily prompt: “What does happiness mean to you?” They are moments when I have felt truly happy.


Your baby breaths
My cheeks caress
Your tiny weight
Upon my breast
Soft, slow, warm
We rock.

II Spring Haiku

Spring sun warms my face
Gentle breeze her fragrance spreads
Soothes my wintry soul

III Wedding Haiku

Solemn vows exchanged
She glowing in purple silk
Made by mother’s hands

IV Writer’s Haiku

Words flit across page
Alive, they speak and enchant
Weave bitter-sweet dreams

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Happy Feet

Happy Feet
These happy feet have danced, run pranced and strolled for 13 wonderful years – and they’re still going strong.


My dog has happy feet! Every scrap of emotion in her diminutive 6 Kg body is transferred to her furry little paws and (now) over-long claws. This morning I was trying to keep her on my bed so that she would stop bothering my husband while he was in the bathroom. She bounced, she growled, she crawled to the edge of the bed and would have leapt off if I hadn’t relented and put her on the floor. (She’s a thirteen-year-old daschund with a history of back problems, so is absolutely not allowed to jump off furniture or climb the three flights of stairs to our apartment.) That’s when the happy feet started. Her nails tippy-tapped across the tiles in a mad dash for the bathroom and the object of her desire, ears flapping all the way.

When I bath her, she registers her deep disapproval of being towel dried with growls and vocalisations of ever-increasing volume. But her happy feet kick into gear when she is finally released and she bolts for her bed, taking a leap from a distance and sometimes sending it skidding across the floor (yes, more often when she was younger). When she was younger, her happy feet would sometimes take over for no apparent reason, and she would hurl herself around the house with delightful abandon, to finally flop into her bed, tongue lolling, grinning up at us.

She doesn’t do that so often now. Usually she’s sedate, as befits a Lady of her stature. Nevertheless, she still abandons herself to her happy feet when she’s heading towards something she likes. In the afternoon, she loves lying on the couch with me while I work or browse the Internet. When she returns from doing her business downstairs after lunch, she scrambles for the living room and puts her paws up on the couch, waiting to be lifted up. I can still hear the tattoo of her delight coming towards me across the tiles.

And it made me think. When was the last time you expressed joy and delight like that? What gives you happy feet? Do you have a happy feet partner?

I wish you all a happy feet week!

Ps. As I prepare to post this entry, my little Lady lies beside me on the couch, snuggled under a warm blanket, snoring loudly. Her happy feet have done their dance for today.