immersion

Like that man on Edvard Munch's "Melancholy" I found myself in the exact same pose when I went to my usual happy spot today.  Blame circumstances. I'm glad I was able to verbalize some of those dismal causes to a very wise younger person and she just told me, "you know yourself best" and so I called it a day and went straight to my aforementioned happy spot. Did not work this time. I tried shortbread instead of a macaron. Unsuccessful. I tried to generate mental pictures of smile-inducing objects and living beings--success! So my suggestion to everyone else is to follow Peter Pan's advice: think of a wonderful thought...any happy little thought...and you can fly.