I remember those words from another generation. Are they still apropos? By the way I hate that word it sounds as if someone has the flu.
Anyhow, let me tell you about the high that happened to me minutes ago.
On my way home from my walk I came off the trail and entered the neighborhood. A good neighbor was having a garage sale. Those things attract me as flowers attract butterflies, so I fluttered across the street to have a look and a chat with the sale-er. This neighbor is especially precious because she, her husband, and their two blond-haired boys have lived in the house since the boys were toddlers, and because her husband and another neighbor helped get a downed tree off our house after Hurricane Charley. The boys are thirteen now, and very smart. I could see why as I looked through the childhood books for sale, and their mom told me how she had read to them even before they were born. She read a children’s Bible, mostly.
I selected a few children’s books for my Sunday School class, but didn’t have any money with me, so I walked home to get some. When I was almost here I thought about taking two of my books, Sacred Spring, and Living Spring to her and her helper. The ulterior motive didn’t surface until later, I’m always happy for people to read my books and that was enough for me at that time.
When I gave them the books they were truly thrilled. I guess it was the subject and the covers. The helper said, “My husband will read this book too, he reads everything he can get his hands on about Florida. He won’t use a motor on a boat. He has a kayak, and a canoe.”
“Several men have liked those books.” I told her. and it’s true. Then I asked if the women would consider writing reviews for Amazon about the books if they liked them and they both eagerly agreed that they would.
“And I’ll tell people about it,” the neighbor said. I work for the County.
“I’ll tell people too,” said the helper. “I work for the School Board.”
“You can be my little fan club.”
They both nodded happily. I felt so warm, fussy, loved, and accepted that I couldn’t wait to get home and tell you about it.
Some highs are good for us. What makes you high? Or perhaps it would sound better if I were to say, “What puts you in high spirits?”
Happy Writing,
DiVoran