“Somehow the vital connection is made” ~ Elastica

Or, as defined by my dictionary

Connection (vb): a relationship or association, a link or bond


We make connections in life every single day. Some of these may be fleeting or of lifelong impact. They occur all over, little pieces of interaction that spark our interest, that set our minds, our curiousities, our hearts in new directions. They might inspire us to form new hobbies, create lifelong friends, or they may be a passing fad that amuses and delights.

I was thinking about all these connections, how they enhance our lives, change our thoughts, make us be more as we expand and absorb new things. I was feeling grateful for all those I have and also wondering what worth we place on them; do we leap to the new because it is new and shiny? Or do we favour those we trust because they’ve proved their reliability before? I don’t know if one or the other is better.  I know what I am inclined to do but what I am inclined to do don’t amount to a whole heap o’beans in this crazy mixed up world.

Because you see, it doesn’t matter, not really. What matters is that we value these connections we experience and take them and enjoy them and create more of them and share them and keep living.

The vast scope of potential is always there. There will always be a new idea, a new book, a new song. It may be the first thing you hear from a new person in your life, it may be your oldest friend handing it to you, if it captures your imagination then you are there. Your horizons widened, your connections deepened.

But one day they won’t be there. All those connections will be, all those things they inspired in you, they don’t go anywhere. But the originator does.

This all tumbled into place in my head because someone I knew on Twitter died. I didn’t know him, per se. I don’t know how he liked his coffee or if he preferred tea. I didn’t know the sound of his voice, or the shape of him in a room. I knew he was articulate, caring, belligerent, interesting, varied. This is why I followed him, this is why we interacted. I would listen to music he shared, we would debate, and he was there often with a kind word for me. He remains one of the highest commentators on my blog, a statistic that is passing strange to look at now. It was a connection and the impact he had on me will not be forgotten, so it feels fitting that he has inspired me to write this.

So maybe, while they are still there, take the time to say thank you. Thank you to the people who create connections or thank you for what those connections are; connections that inspire you to take an emotional or mental leap, to press play on a new tune, read a book by an author you had never heard of; any and every thing that moves us, animates us, shapes us and helps us grow.

Thank you to everyone I know who does this for me.





Here’s To You Happiness

“I feel myself falling, I’m feeling happy now” ~ Take That

Or, as defined by my dictionary:

Happy (adj): feeling or expressing joy, causing joy or gladness, fortunate or lucky


I feel happy; happy in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. So here’s to all of you who helped get me here.


Happiness is:

Peace of mind

Good music

People who make you laugh

People who know what to do when you cry

Learning new things; about the world, about others, about yourself

Appreciating the beauty in life

A good pair of boots

Words; writing them, reading them, saying them



Being lucky


Understanding, knowing, and never doubting your own quality

Hope you’ve all got happiness in your life. If not, borrow some of mine. I have plenty to go around.