Lately there has not been much laughter in our household. Lately there has been a lot of stress in our household. Today I decided I needed to focus on things that make me happy, so I took a trip through my photos, through our happy times.
Of course, the very first thing I think of when I think of what makes me happy are my kids. My Kat and my Gep, of whom I could not be more proud. Those two, who are my children but also my very good friends. Those two who have built and are building lives of their own with solid foundations. Those two who come to visit and make me feel they come because they want to, not because they are obligated to.
And also very obvious choices, my furry girls who shall be shown here in order of joining our family. I cannot, will not, show preference. Much. The Bailey girl is our old girl, who is beginning to show her age but who still likes to join me in my big chair now and then. In this case, I got up to get a cup of tea, and take a picture, which she though was completely unnecessary.
There is the Twiggy girl, who is a mature lady now. Well, maybe not a lady – that might be stretching things a bit. A mature girl might be more appropriate. Twiggy seeks out comfort and warmth, wherever she might find it.
The Shasta girl, who packs a lot of power in that chubby body and just as much personality. She is a cuddler, our needy one. Her first year was not a good year, we have been told. She came to us from the pound just after her first birthday, and she is firmly entrenched now.
Last, but certainly not least, is Lily, whose first winter with us created a good deal of vexation, but just as much laughter. Then summer arrived, she discovered the outside world and hunting and now graces us with her presence much less frequently. But she still knows how to stir things up when she is in the house.
What these furry babies all have in common is that they are all girls, they all know how to make themselves comfortable, they do not feel furniture is meant only for humans, and they are master manipulators and terribly spoiled. They get away with so many things my kids would have been given time out for, it’s ridiculous.
Spending time with my friends whether we are sitting around one of our homes or traveling, exploring, experiencing, makes me happy. They are, of course, the Artistic One, the Information Gatherer and the Gracious One.
These photos were taken when we spent a long weekend in Portland a couple of years ago. I look forward to more trips like that one, the four of us, musketeers we might be.
Seeing people of any and all ages, living their lives freely, completely. Marching to their own drummer without concern for what others might think. Being spontaneous, throwing themselves into whatever activity they pursue, letting it all out. I envy those people and hope that the older I get the more I can be that way. I want to make Jenny Joseph’s “Warning” my theme poem, my life guidance. You know – “when I am an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me . . . “.
Taking pictures, of whatever, wherever, whenever, makes me happy. What catches my eye, my heart in any given moment – I want to capture that with my camera so that I can forever come back to it and feel the quickening of my soul, the singing of my heart, over and over.
Going to the coast, walking the beaches, breathing the ocean air, listening to the sound of the waves pounding the sand makes me happy. Nothing can refresh my soul, my psyche, my heart more quickly than the coast.
These are some of the things that make me happy. These are some of the things I have captured with my camera so that I can revisit any time. Remind myself of all the wonderful things in my world, all the reasons to smile.
All of these things that make my life enough.