Simple Pleasures

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I like walking on the beach and collecting seashells. I love watching the ocean, any time of year. Sitting in front of a fireplace watching the orange flames flicker and dance in front of me; I sit so close that I feel the warmth of the fire on my cheeks, safe enough not to get burned. Familiar music playing that I sing along to, I used to burn candles but I don’t do that as much anymore. It used to be comforting and pretty but I’ve outgrown that. My dad used to buy me a candle for my birthday every year. Since he died eleven years ago, my mom and my sister try to do that, it’s so sweet but not the same. I love their intentions though, I appreciate it.

I’m looking forward to the special sweetness of a pit-free clementine, the happy, simple snack that I can just grab and peel. That is one easy part of the winter that I like. The winters are long here, way too long for me so I try to think of specific things that make it better like my home-made pea soup with smoked ham pieces and plenty of carrots so that it has a smoky-sweet taste. Or my home-made chicken soup that comforts us when we have colds and feel like eating nothing else. Our son used to crumble up Saltines by the handful and throw them into the soup so it was thick, the consistency of gruel but tasty. In the winter, I drink hot chocolate, in a steaming mug, sometimes with marshmallows for an extra treat and I bake my famous banana bread, with chocolate chips and raisins. I bake it for three out of the four cousins; my daughter will not try it.

I like having a flashlight right beside my bed every night and a tissue clutched in my hand. On my bookcase, along with many, many books I have photographs of my son, my daughter, my dog Lexi, and our deceased dog, Callie. There is our informal “engagement” picture of my husband and myself grinning so happily at the world. There is a basket of seashells that I collected from Florida and Rhode Island that I play with every now and again. I look at them all the time. Our dog, Lexi, lies on my bed, across my legs and sighs deeply and happily.

I have an anxiety disorder and recently I was so lucky to find a Psychiatrist who is lovely and gracious and someone who will not just dole out anxiety medications but will talk and listen. I told her today I picture her and her assistant as Glenda the good witch, all pink tulle and smiling eyes. I do not take this lightly having seen a couple of really creepy people. This is something I hold special in my heart, that there are still a few good people on earth, that do good things, whether you have the money or not. They will work with you to figure it out, there ARE a few people to believe in. I am grateful for you; thank you for helping me believe that there are good people left in the world. I am grateful and blessed.

Dedicated to M.E. and B.

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  1. The gold and red of Autumn leaves outlined against a deep blue sky – soon to come!
    The crunch of those Fall leaves under my booted feet – I have Earth boots – do you remember them?
    Walking in the Fall Forest, wrapped snugly while a cool breeze blows – Autumn is my most favorite of seasons!
    The sparkle of freshly fallen snow on those few days it’s still on the trees when the sun hits it – like they are wrapped in diamonds.
    The silky smoothness of the mammoth and fossil ivory beads I have made, the knowledge I hold a gift from thousands of years in the past in my hand.
    The slanting angle of the sun as Fall approaches, which lights the Forest in an entirely new way.
    The way Kodi wiggles to get as close to me as possible on the bed… and then wiggles some more just to be sure.
    The knowledge that Winter’s end will bring the intoxication of the Lilac bush when it blooms.
    And most of all… the smiles of my daughters, caught in a moment of random happiness, when Love wells up inside like a tidal wave, and I am momentarily sure that nothing else in the world matters but my two very precious young women.
    Loving hugs, sweetheart. ❤

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