Etymology: Middle English blisse, from Old English bliss, from blths, from blthe, joyful; see blithe
As a child, I found bliss in the pool. I found it when I was dancing. I found it while having birthday parties. I can remember watching my mother make us homemade ice cream on our back porch, and all of my friends sitting on the deck bench waiting anxiously. I thought it was perfect. I didn’t know it then, but that was my bliss at the time and my parents did a wonderful job of putting me into arenas and environments where reaching my bliss was a possibility, if that thing or experience was in fact the perfect experience for me. As you are growing into yourself, the whole fruit that is, learning and discovering those things where bliss happens regularly is key. It is so good when you can get your bliss!
Most of us craft our bliss through a strategy known as balance, but the best kinds of bliss are those moments you don’t see it coming: the first touch of someone, the first time you try a new sport, when you hold an instrument, or hear a band. The finish line of a run. The pure exhaustion at the end of a yoga class. The descent of a mountain. The first fishing trip. Those first times of a new thing when you realize you don’t ever want to live without it again. Not that we always get what we want, but those burning bliss moments-no matter the conclusion, never go away.
My dad took me skiing for the first time when I was four. I don’t remember it, but what I know for sure is that I never tire of skiing, and each day or trip that I spend on sticks, without fail, brings me to my bliss.
It’s 40 degrees and rainy right now, but I’m going skiing for the first time this season today! I cannot wait!
As some of us head into our winter months, I hope: