The old red shop has been transformed. What used to be a holding place for the lawn chairs is a chic place to chill. Warmed with a couple of space heaters last night, we played a few tunes on the guitar. My brother and I play together once a year, so we really wing it. I do my best on a second steel string in the house. (I’m more of a nylon string, finger picking girl.)
At about 50 degrees, I didn’t last long. Loved the space and tossing back some beer added to the ambience. Walking back to the house with my Mom and Dad in the dark reminded me of how quiet and dark this Northeastern Connecticut area is. It would take time to readjust to life here.
Sitting on a large rock, the young girl felt the warmth in the middle of winter. Snow-tipped juniper bushes touched the cottony snow mounds. Grey branches rose high above her head. The small berries on the juniper tree were lovely to see. Soon, the girl found it irresistible to jump with wild abandon in the juniper bushes laying low to the ground. She was careful not to break the boughs.
Soon cold, she went home and changed her clothes. A flannel shirt and some hot tomato soup warmed her body. The pleasure of that day has never left her. When life is too busy, hard, unrewarding and hard to live, her mind returns to that day. Perhaps her pinnacle experience happened at around ten years of age.
When I encourage others to find a peaceful and happy place in their minds, it’s a bit like asking them to get their flannel on. Joy is being able to find (or find again) a place or thought that lights a fire inside of us. Some days it may inspire us to big things. Other times, it provides embers enough to live another day.
My blog will touch on experiences like this. Show me that I’m not alone. If we can each find our inner flannel, we can help others find theirs. Along the way, notice the birds that sing, the trees that shade you, the water that glistens and the blue skies that are limitless.