A. Open eyes. Open hands. Open heart. Open mind.
A. Is there perfect happiness on this earth? I don't think so—though we're granted glimpses of eternity. For me, a deep experience of happiness comes when I'm with people I love and we are content, maybe walking by water (preferably a large and salty body of it) or sitting in comfortable chair by a fireplace (crackling with a fire made of cherry and birch wood). Also something delicious to eat and drink—that's often a part of the experience, too. Good conversation and companionable silence. A great book. Poems read aloud. Music playing, and the quiet that comes after.
A. Amazing Grace and all those many, other great hymns and spirituals. Any of Tom Waits’ ballads. “The Flower Duet” from Léo Delibes’ Lakmé. Just about all of Paolo Conte’s repertoire, and all of J.S. Bach's. A fair amount of Kate Bush.
A. “And then . . . “ I have this bad habit of beginning new paragraphs with “And then.”
A. Could I be a great painter (who doesn't have to worry too much about surviving financially) living in an exotic location surrounded by friends and family? I’ll be her.