Happy thoughts make happy words

Hello, dear friends.

The day finds me well. I have been walking—softly—and reading, and letting thoughts gather like clouds above a quiet hill. There is a murmur of poems waiting to be written.

At this moment, I sit barefoot in the backyard, toes nestled in the earth’s patient skin, a book open like a small gate in my lap. Around me: squirrels dart with purpose, beetles glint like dark seeds, ants move with ancient knowing, and birds cast music into the trees. A butterfly passes near—delicate as breath.

Lately, I’ve been turning over some recent conversations in my mind. A small phrase surfaced, like a petal in still water: happy thoughts make happy words.

I thought I’d offer it to you, just as it came to me. Perhaps you’ll find it a gentle thing to carry with you.

With love, imelda dickinson