Pursuing Bliss in a Random Life is about finding the humor in everyday situations. It's the random moments of clarity in the middle of chaos. It's the reminders of what is truly important, of the things that make this life not just livable, but memorable. This is my search: not just to achieve, but to maintain happiness. Family, friends, faith, food, fun: Bliss.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Some Thoughts on Happy Places

   You know that "happy place" in your mind people tell you to visit when you are stressed? Well, I have two. Which I choose depends on the day, the situation, and my mood. Number one involves a comfy cardigan, a quiet front porch, a cup of tea, and the rain. I can so easily picture myself there, perched in a chair or swing with legs tucked underneath me, cup of tea in hand. Watching the rain drops dancing with the flowers. Seeing the patterns in the puddles on the sidewalk. Listening to drumming water on the roof and soaking in the peace.



    Instead of the dreary gray most associate with a rainy day, my happy place is drenched with color. yes, the air is dark and heavy, but emerald grass shimmers and brilliant jewel toned flowers wave. Taupe sidewalks show patterns as the water soaks in. The air is soft gray through the steady rainfall. As my eyes wander, I take in the riot of color. Over there is rich brown - the trunks of trees along the sidewalk. To the right is the deep evergreen of bushes. To the left are radiant flowers - ruby, amethyst, opal. Sunshine yellow, deepest pink. Everything is framed by stark white porch rails.

   My second "happy place" is full of heat and light. There is an abundance of white - cool sheets under my body, filmy curtains wafting in a gentle breeze, soft linen on my body. Straight above is a tan and bronze fan, its whirring blending with distant birdcalls and the waving of palm fronds.Through the open, white shutters and french doors is the white and pale gold sand, and deep blue water of the beach. The air is light, golden with hints of turquoise, reflecting the colors outside. (I know it doesn't make sense, but it's my place, right?) I can lay here in total peace and repose, no one asking anything, and soak in the moving air and gentle sounds. Complete and utter paradise.


   Everyone needs a refuge, even in their own minds. Lucky for me, I have two. Two perfect worlds of calm and control. Worlds where everything is perfect, including me.

   Of course, I have two more happy places. Ones I visit every day. How much luckier can a woman get? =)

1 comment:

  1. If you wander your days with that kind of poetry percolating in your head, every place should be a happy place!

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