Yesterday a good friend came over and we had lunch together. We’ve known each other for years, and we talked the way you only can with someone you’ve known, well, for that long. The power was off for the scheduled electricity cut, and we ate in the kitchen, a breeze coming through the back screen door there. And I thought how lucky I was to be there, in that moment.

Yesterday I also heard that the anthology I have a story published in, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Alzheimer’s and other Dementias, is a bestseller; not ten days after its release, they’ve already had to order a second printing. And while my part in it is very small, and certainly nothing to do with its bestselling status, as a writer it was an encouragement to my own dreams. It made me happy.

Tonight it rained, a heavy rain that we’ve been needing in Kathmandu for weeks now, to clear the dust and bring down the heat and water the earth. Some might say a small thing, but it isn’t really. None of it is. It’s wonderful, and we should enjoy every bit of joy, large and small, that crosses our path. One of many things living in Nepal has taught me, and for which I am very grateful.

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2 Responses

  1. Katrina says:

    Hooray for you! That IS exciting! Super happy for the success of the book and your part in it. Wise woman to celebrate all the small joys in life.

    • Evangeline Neve says:

      Thanks, Katrina! There’s so much happiness to be found in small things if we look for it, isn’t there? By the way, I thought I’d replied to you earlier but it seems I hadn’t. Sorry ’bout that, and thanks for your comment!

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