I suppose we all have a place in our minds and hearts that makes us feel safe and happy. A place that creates warm, comfortable feelings. As this new year begins, I was thinking on the past and of course some unpleasantness always crops up. It has a way of doing that doesn’t it. One of the best things my husband has taught me is the importance of living in this moment. If we are focused on the past or the future, we will miss the moment we are in right now and when it’s gone, it’s gone; along with all the opportunities it afforded us.
I was thinking about the particular blessing of being raised in the country. Not that it is a bad thing to be raised in the city. If you were, then you will feel blessed to have been raised in the city. That’s the point. No matter where we were raised, we should be thankful for it. I heard Tony Robbins say, “Think of a time or a place where you felt secure, happy, loved. Now, go to that place and take that feeling and live in it. Focus on bringing it with you into your life today.” Not only do I want to do that in my own life, as so many things are changing in my family, but I want that for others. I want to have my home, not matter where I am, to be that place for others. Do you have a memory or a place that makes you feel safe, loved, happy?
Papa and Granny Ford’s house
I do, it’s on a dirt road in the middle of no where. We lived just a few hundred feet down the road from my maternal grandparents. I spent my childhood, until age 12, very close with them. I often find their house incorporated into my dreams. Even though it is uninhabited and in disrepair today, in my dreams it’s as it was when I was a girl. The 2-3 cows are in the small pasture; the pigs in their pen; the donkey, Sam, watching over things; the chickens scratching and clucking around the whole place; the ducks, the goats, the gardens…all those things that made it the home it was. The flowers in the yard: roses, cannons, irises, lilies, lantana, and many more I can’t recall, all in full bloom. The fruit trees all in their place. The swing set under the oak in the front yard and of course, good ‘ole Tiger, the Lassie Collie, the best dog ever, coming down the road to meet me. The sights and sounds that flood me are too many, too complex to be written, but the feelings they create are universal: home, safety, love, happiness.
I am amazed at how powerful the memory is to transport us to yesterdays. To this day, when I smell bacon and coffee in the mornings I am taken back to her kitchen. Our childhood forms so much of who we are and why we do some of the things we do. I found myself wondering this week about why I feel so comfortable when I put my leg up in my chair while I eat, folding it under my other leg or onto my lap? When I was a child, we could sit up on our heels in the chairs at Granny’s table so that we could reach it. I think that is why I feel relaxed and ready to eat when I fold my leg up.
What is your “place or memory”? Are you smiling? I think you are. I am glad.
Safe and Happy Journey,
Rhonda and The Pack