Beach, waterfalls, sunrises, sunsets, paths in the woods, nature. It encourages even breathing, self reflection, inner calm for me. Ocean sounds play every night to go to sleep on our google mini. I picture myself in a small cottage, a giant kitchen table, a wall of books, a fat wood stove, and steps to the ocean.
There is a comic I used to read and one of the captions said, “Happiness is a wet thumb and a warm blanket.” That is nature for me. There is something mystical about nature. My camera roll is infused with pictures of cloud formations, water views, and breathtaking sights. I look at them and feel the energy, I want them on canvas on my walls!
My poor husband can barely have a conversation with me when driving towards a sunset. The window is up and down a thousand times, to get the perfect picture that actually captures what I see. The wind has almost blown my camera out of my hand to compile these scenes. If there is such thing as a previous life, I wonder what I was that has me so compelled to freeze these moments of beauty. We use to take the kids on day trips, trails, museums, hikes and forts. Things that I wanted them to feel not just do.
On the human side, I also love geneology. Before the internet I would take the kids to the library and pour over census records, army records, marriages and births. Then I would visit old churches and graveyards to verify facts. It is a giant puzzle that when the pieces fit, it is so satisfying. Many early mornings I am on Ancestry.com filling in data, drinking coffee, chasing the sunrise. Peacefully starting my day.
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