2006-01-19T13:25:53Ztag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/thread/post/innocent-pleasurestag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/186/5992006-01-19T13:25:53Zjondaley<p>Heather could probably send you the article after she reads it. I think the journal is a subscription-based thing.</p>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/186/5982006-01-19T13:01:59ZSursumCorda<p>Hmmm, maybe I should read the article. Your post has sparked some interesting thinking. Right now I am remembering one of the places I used to live. At the time we were at the far end of the developed area, and beyond us were woods and fields. That provided many, many &quot;little pleasures.&quot; In the winter, skating and playing on a wetland area -- you couldn't even call it a pond, just a low area in the woods that sometimes held water. You couldn't skate more than a few feet without having to navigate trees and rocks and grass hummocks, but no child today on a perfect skating rink could possibly have more fun than we did. Then there were the sounds and silences of winter in the woods, delights free to anyone willing to don boots and take a walk. Spring brought the joys of running water -- few pleasures can equal the sound free-running snow melt after a long winter. In the field there were two, well I suppose people would call them eyesores today. Two pits that had been dug by the developer to provide fill dirt for his construction. But they were reasonably safe and available for the neighborhood children to play in, to climb and slide down, to expore, to dig and to build in, the ultimate sand box! There was all of nature to explore and observe; one of my greatest memories is of hikes there with my father, learning about snake grass and horsetail, listening for birds, having long talks about anything and everything. Come to think of it, these were not &quot;little pleasures&quot; at all, but enormous ones. Even the memories are.</p>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/186/5972006-01-18T11:55:19ZSursumCorda<p>I love the idea of true pleasures working in an opposite way from the addictive cycle. And for an example of someone getting great joy out of small pleasures, watch Jonathan -- or watch his parents watching Jonathan. :)</p>