Store Your Happy Memories Here:
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.
MK and Croix, I very much agree about that powerful togetherness of choirs and how uplifting that can be.
Dools, I loved hearing about your friend’s pet duck she took on drives and to go swimming. Animals can be the best companions. It would be so interesting if your cats did join in doing yoga with you. I have a yoga mat that is somewhat neglected too.
I’m about to head out from a town I stopped in for a bite to eat and explore nearby lakes. I’m staying at a caravan park an extra night to avoid driving in to bad weather going home. I’ll make some more good memories this afternoon as I explore the surrounding nature areas.
Dear ER (and any eavesdropping puddy tats)~
It sounds like you are having a lovely time away, and seeing all the things that do you good. I hope you observe all sorts of interesting things at the lakes.
I think it is very wise to consider driving conditions and if you can afford the time to stay longer that probably will give you more opportunities for nature and photography.
Now I hate to say this, however I have a suspicious nature. In your absence MK, Grandy and all the rest have been quietly well behaved, in fact everything has been downright peaceful! I wonder is that means that you are in fact the scurrilous mastermind behind all the shenanigans?
Drat! You have learned of my mischievous endeavours. But I do believe MK and her sidekick LRC are quite the troublemakers too 😉 And Grandy may be up to something with that locomotive of hers. I wonder what buffoonery I’ve learnt from my trip? Probably the most mischievous bird I’ve met has been the yellow-throated miner. They are noisy rascals creating mayhem from dawn to dusk. I grew very fond of them though and actually almost had tears of sadness when I heard them the morning I was leaving the previous town I was in. It doesn’t take long for me to form attachments with places and living creatures.
Tonight I have been enjoying going through my photo images from this trip. I was so focussed flicking through them on the back of my camera I lost track of time. So had a very late dinner in the camp kitchen heating up my sweet potato and coconut soup. I’m now sipping a cup of rooibos tea and listening to the rain outside. The rain mostly held off for me today. But I saw the most beautiful sight of curtains of rain illuminated by the sun passing over a nearby mountain range. I also saw a huge wedge-tailed eagle atop a tree this morning.
When I got home late this afternoon several species of birds were feeding noisily and enthusiastically on a eucalypt in the caravan park. I had to try and get some photos but it meant pointing it above a motor home under the tree. A fellow came out from the motor home with a look of what are you doing? I quickly explained I was photographing the birds and then he joined me looking at them. Then the lovely lady who runs the park joined us and we all had such a nice chat.
It has been such a great trip for me and confirmed for me how much of a nomad and explorer I am by nature. My energy levels and stamina have increased over the trip. I seem to have needed less downtime with each day and kept going all day today. I have lovely memories of such a variety of beautiful birds. I also got to see semi-arid landscapes which I feel a real affinity with for some reason. They were a mix of delicate eucalypts and other plants in the woodlands, granite outcrops, salt marshes and lakes. I’m now in wetter country that is kind of like a crossover point with the drier country, hence the vegetation is different at each end of this town.
So I feel happiness tonight in the memories of my trip and so glad I did it.
About 1 hour drive and I’m at the coast and have various different locations to choose from to sit and look over the waves. My favourite spot where I can sit for hours
sitting in the car in the car park looking towards the ocean, the strong wind blowing outside. the waves breaking as they get closer to shore. The white caps as the waves come and go. Off to my left is the land on that side of the bay. Off to my right in the distance is the lighthouse that is currently standing still and quiet. In between the two is where my eyes focus and the horizon. After awhile I see something small and black moving on the horizon. A small red boat appears from no where on my left and heads toward the horizon. The small boat eventually becomes a dot in the distance and then too small for me to see. The small black item has increased in size and is a ship. As the ship gets closer I see more and more of its details including the huge number of metal cargo containers onboard. The little red boat is no where to be seen. Off in the distance on the horizon another black item appears, another cargo boat coming through the heads.
Reading everyone's happy memories is so nice. It's a gentle reminder to enjoy the little moments in life, isn't it?
Patches, your memory about the ocean is beautiful. There's something so calming about nature.
I have many to share but one that comes to mind is a night where I was hanging out late with two of my closest friends, and we had driven to this playground. We were climbing up this huge frame of ropes and reciting lines from movies. It was really fun, and we have lots of videos and photos from that night. Such a simple memory but so joyful.
I'm sitting inside in the lounge room this evening, with a wood fire and Sumo Cat toasting in front of it. The wind is howling outside and that takes me back to when I was a lad in Wales.
We'd walk along the promenade of a stormy evening with wind blowing us in all directions and the seagulls ashore and sheltering. The waves scrunching on the shingle beach and gurgling in a clatter of pebbles as they receded.
I know when bedtime came I'd be tucked up with a hot water bottle, in the dark listening to the pine trees thrashing outside the window. I'd shiver with delight to be so snug.