Store Your Happy Memories Here:

[Croix]

Dear All~

What this place is for:
This thread is a tool, a resource, and also I guess a dash of entertainment.

I’ve found that when life is grim that sometimes thoughts of past happiness can create a chink of light in the grey overwhelming press of down. They can help occupy the mind with lighter reflections.

With that in view I invite people to set down a brief passage describing some happy event they look back to with fondness and peace.

They - and others too - can then return to it when they feel the need to glean a little warmth.

It is not a place for gloomy or dire tales, those can go elsewhere.

What to do:
Just set out, as simply as you like, your recollection of some past experience that means something good to you, something you enjoyed, something from safe times.

It can be, like my story below, anything – from an account of visiting grandparents to simply cooking and eating a melted-cheese sandwich in a favorite kitchen – you get to choose.

How to do it:
Write. Write enough so someone else can feel the mood, know what happened, find the goodness. (stop at 2,500 characters please!)

Grammar, syntax, spelling, punctuation are not compulsory, just write as you can – the only important thing is the content - not literary merit. Short or long - it does not matter.


I hope you enjoy, contribute and find a little distraction here when you need it.

Croix

[Quercus]

Thanks Mrs D 😊 you just reminded me of the magpies at my grandparent's house when I was very very small.

I used to sneak out quietly onto the balcony and hold out scraps of meat on my hand at wait still as a statue while my Grandad encouraged me.

There were always two brave ones who if I was still enough would come peck the meat from my hand.

I'd forgotten about that. Thank you.

[MC2]

Early childhood we had a little sunroom that backed onto a deck with a big old tree.

I had escaped my brother and I found a spot on the old green carpet between the coffee table and the glass wall. The winter sun was reaching through the tree as it swayed to and fro in the strong wind which whistled through
the gaps in the aluminium frame of the glass wall.

I closed my eyes and let the light dance like across my eyelids making patterns. It warmed me as I nestled into the carpet. A slightly mouldy carpet smell slowly enveloped me. I escaped into my imagination thinking about
what the future would bring. I opened my eyes to spot a small fury caterpillar making its way along one of the cross bar of the glass wall.

I reached up and let it inch onto my finger and start is way down. It would stop occasionally and look around. Amazing to think, all this little caterpillar knew was eat and sleep. Did it recognise me as another entity? Was I
seemingly a god to this creature? These were the thoughts that played through my head as I lay there playing with his tiny fury creature.

Thousands of these creatures made their home outside in the great tree outside. Dad hated them as they would strip sections of the tree and made a right mess of the deck below.

It had made it to my shoulder as I closed my eyes again. I could almost feel each little sucker foot grab and release as it made its way up my neck. I giggled as I reached up and gently picked it off my neck.

I popped my head up and looked around. I took it to the glass sliding slipped out in the cutting wind and ran across the parched and sun damaged decking to the tree. Stretching out my hand the little furry caterpillar wiggled of my hand, stopped to look about and started up the tree. In my mind I swear he took one looked at how far he had to climb and sighed.

I ran back inside and went back to my spot on the carpet and warmed up again as I watched the clouds through the tree. Devine intervention on micro level. I wonder if he went back to his people to tell of the fantasic journey he went on. How a giant being carried him far across the land to return him to the great tree. I smiled.

MC2

[Guest_128]

Hi all,

Today I had a flashback of a happy memory,

It was Christmas season and I was nursing my Bestie who had terminal cancer. I had to take her shopping for presents for children. It was my job from all my soul and strength to make her laugh. I hate shopping with a passion. I got my now fat,blown up,deformed beautiful friend out of bed and into the shower chair,gave her a wash,dried her off and dressed her in the most colourful outfit,by this stage I had her in fits of laughter as I am in very weird with humour. She had undies on her head,socks on her hands etc.

Once I got her in the car, I drove crazy like to the shops.

The looks that we received were amazing,cause all I did was mad crazy things,I spent 20 minutes bs to a travel agent looking to book a holiday to Disney world, we ate chips and gravy and French vanilla slice, I at like she did,all over my front. We bitched about people there and we even checked out the hot guys.

I will always remember my beautiful deformed bestie,the day I nearly had to put a nappy on as well.

Later

[Doolhof]

Hi Later,

Your shopping trip sounds wonderful. Such a special thing to do for your friend!

You reminded me of a funny shopping trip I had. Years ago I worked in Outside School Hours Care. We had address up afternoon. The children were using face glitter and face paints and decorated me up as well.

When I left the centre, I totally forgot my face was painted and hair full of glitter. I went shopping and received a few funny looks.

I just smiled at everyone and said hello. When I returned to the car, I remembered the face paint and had a look in the mirror. My goodness I was a sight!

Another funny memory took place at a pool and spa. My sister does not look anything like me. We went into the spa. A couple of older guys came into the spa and were making some interesting comments.

My sister wrapped her arms around me, gave me a big kiss on the cheek and told me how much she loved me. The guys hot footed it out of the spa.

Cheers all from Mrs. Dools

[Guest_128]

Hey thanks,

But it surprised me that the guys ran. Ha ha

Later

[Doolhof]

After a week or so of feeling a bit flat, I have realised how easy it is to turn a day that could be filled with Happy Memories into one of struggle and negativity.

Last winter we had a very heavy frost here. I took my camera outside early in the morning and took photos of plants covered in frost. Using the macro I was able to capture some amazing images. Looking at those photos brought a sense of wonder and happiness to my heart and soul.

It is such a morning again right now, with a temperature of zero outside and the garden covered in frost. I will recapture those happy photo memories with more photos shortly.

Being able to find happiness in the small moments of life is priceless.

Wishing you all opportunities to build up happy memories.

[Croix]

Dear Mrs D

Being able to find a steady rock of wonder or happiness in an ocean of black is a rare gift to be treasured. I hope it is contagious and habit-forming (for all of us)

Thank you

Croix

[Doolhof]

Hi Croix and All,

Yesterday I wandered in the garden taken macro shots of the frost on various plants and flowers. It opened my eyes to a whole new world I don't generally look at close up.

I compared it to each day once again, about how much happiness I mess because I am not looking closely enough at what is happening around me.

My camera battery went flat on me yesterday, I have it charged now for another opportunity to create happy memories.

Even putting a smile on my face each morning when I great my husband brings happiness to us both.

Cheers all from Mrs. D.

[Doolhof]

Last night I had a very happy moment. I was included with the fire fighting group to do some live fire training. Due to my back issues I have not participated in the required training and obligations to go out on the trucks.

I was able to attend by going in a private car. I was very happy to be out there with my mates, watching them train and being involved in a smaller manner. I had a wonderful time lighting small fires and then helping to extinguish them.

It made me very happy to feel like part of the team and like I had a purpose.

Cheers all from Mrs. D.

[Quercus]

My memory today... Only small but important.

Sitting on the couch, feet curled up under hubby's legs to keep warm. Heat from the cup of tea sinking into my hands.

He gives me a serious look. I couldn't do your job. Children need nuturing and I'm deficient in that. They need you most of all.

Gentle smiles. Slight touches. Quiet companionship. Softly spoken words. Warm and dark. My favourite time of day. Just us and the quiet kind of love I like best.

Well hon, that's why we make a good team. I nurture and you fix the broken windows when I let them go feral. He laughs. My favourite sound in the world.