Cozy Còsagach and Hygge Happiness

Some of us are just better off barefoot.

A coworker of mine didn’t buy this. For Christmas, she gave me not one, but two pairs of warm, fuzzy slipper socks. I love the heck out of slipper socks! So comfy, and that fits well with my philosophy of hygge. (More on that later).

Sadly, it took less than three days before I was down to a single, mate-less slipper sock, its partner and buddies nowhere to be found. I’m sure they wound up in the secret place to which all sockmates vanish, and are drinking and dancing the night away. At a sock-hop, no doubt. My feet, as usual, remain bare.

But no worries. Socks are not required to live the hygge life.

Oh silly Jupiter Girl, says my inner snob. Hygge is soooo 2016. We’re all about còsagach now.

Ok fine. Whatever. Danish hygge, Gaelic còsagach, the idea is the same. Get cozy.

Hygge Defined

I am all about coziness in our family’s home. There is nothing better than to come in after a day in a cold, loud, and hectic world, and be surrounded by warmth, family, and good food. Thick, hearty soups and chowders. Soft sweaters. A crackling blaze in the fireplace (for those of you with fireplaces).

My family loves nothing better on a chill winter’s day than to curl up with soft blankets and throws on the couch and read books, or watch a TV show, or just converse with each other while scented candles glow across the room. Throw in some steaming mugs of earl grey, or perhaps some rich, sweet cocoa, and you have just defined our version of hygge. Or còsagach. No matter what you name it, it means the same thing. Home.

No socks required.

Play On, Music, Play On

Which would you rather lose–your hearing or your vision? For me, the choice is easy. If I had to give up one sense, it would not be my sense of hearing. For I could learn to live, I think, without being able to see colors, watch sunsets, or even stare at the screen of this computer. But without music, no, I could not go on.

I realize that not everyone feels this way. My husband has never been a big fan of music. Nor was my best friend, or a number of acquaintances. It is something I could never quite comprehend…but perhaps it is akin to the way some people are moved deeply by works of visual art, or dance movements, or poignant literary passages, while other people are unimpressed.

Music and I have a very deep bond. Throughout my entire life, there is a soundtrack of songs which are connected to every important event, every relationship, and every place I have been. Music added magic to my childhood. It was there for me as I came of age. It has comforted me during times of loneliness, pain, and sorrow. It inspires me to run, to dance, to create, and to sing along. When I do not have the words to express myself, music speaks for me. Music is the very reflection of human nature.

Sometimes I choose my music based on how I am feeling. Sometimes I base it on how I want to feel. Some songs reach deep within me and stroke the senses, like poetry. Other songs are pure, shallow pleasure, perfect for dancing or singing along with abandon.

Here are ten songs which I consider to be the best of the best (at least, this is true for today):

1. Bolero — Ravel
2. Eine Kleine Nachtmusik — Mozart
3. Romeo & Juliet — Indigo Girls
4. Wish You Were Here — Pink Floyd
5. Cafe Mocha — Jesse Cook
6. Rite of Spring — Stravinsky
7. Puente — Gustavo Cerati
8. Lean on Me — Bill Withers
9. Sweet Child o’ Mine — Guns N Roses
10. Hotel California — The Eagles

Ugh! It is so hard to narrow down such a list. There are so many other wonderful songs and musicians whom I admire, like The Beatles, Sting, Joni Mitchell, Aretha Franklin, Aerosmith, Five for Fighting…this list could go on and on. And with so many new musicians arising each year, I am sure that it will. May music continue to play as the soundtrack of my life, and long after I have departed this world. May it continue to inspire, and comfort, and strengthen the spirits of people, and to speak for us when we have no words.

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything. ~ Plato