My Simple Pleasures

I named my blog Simple Pleasures because I think those are the best kind.  For instance does it get any better than laying in bed in the morning and watching the sun rise.  The golden glow slowly evolving from bottom to top, co-mingling with the pale blue sky.  Or the way the early morning sun makes the leaves on our old oak tree glow as if they’re lit from within.  Does it get any better than strawberries fresh from the fields, sliced and displayed in a beautifully colored cereal bowl?  I guess it does, because if you sprinkle just a little sugar on top it’s as close to perfection as I know how to get.

How about my favorite pleasure – the first kiss and cuddle as Joey wakes up.  Stretching out like one of our kittens, making his own mewling sounds.  Recalling how when he was born I could practically hold him in one hand and now when I pick him up to give him a hug, his feet hang below my knees.  At this rate, he’ll be as tall as I am by the time he enters Kindergarten.

What about the joy in watching two kittens play, oblivious of everything else going on around them, wrapped up in each other and having fun.  Spilling over the lego’s, attacking the dogs paws as he runs in his sleep, trying to sneak sips of milk out of Joe’s cup.  Does it get any better than that I ask – and best of all they’re all free.  The only investment you have to make is being present and aware of what’s going on around you and for making that investment your bound to get smiles and a full heart in return.  It doesn’t get any more simple than that.


Just A Swingin’

I ask you, “Is there anything more joyful than swinging your little one?”.  I think not especially when it’s on a swing that your Daddy built for you and that is hanging off the big ol’ oak tree in your very own backyard.  I forgot how such a simple pastime could bring so much joy to a little boys heart.  For a while, Joey would always come in and beg, “please push me on the swing Momma or Daddy” and sometimes we’d do it but more often than not we’d be wrapped up in something else and tell him “not now, maybe later” only later never seemed to materialize.  Then one day I was watching him out there, listening to his laughter, and thought to myself why am I missing out on this.  I mean seriously these moments are fleeting, here today and gone forever.  So I started to push him and I think Joey got the message that I was getting as much joy from it as he because now instead of begging to be pushed he asks, “Momma would you like to push me on the swing?” as though he realizes it’s a gift he’s bestowing on me and you know what, he’s right.  It is a gift, a simple gift, but a gift all the same and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Daddy has been getting in on the fun as well and we each have our own unique way of doing it so it’s always fresh and fun.  Larry grabs hold of one of the ropes and swirls him round and round much like the swing ride at the county fair.  As for me, I swing him regular style, but super high, until his head skims the branches and laughter rings out.  Larry and I both do one where we spin him round and round until the ropes are twisted from top to bottom and then we bring him up and back and let go and as he swings back and forth he’s also spinning round and round getting dizzier and dizzier.  I think that last one is his favorite since it’s the one he asks for the most.

His friends, particularly Trevor, Garrett, and Colton also love the swing in our backyard.  They don’t like to go as high as Joey does, but they love all the varieties that we offer.  By the time I’m done pushing them all, I’m usually exhausted, but still gullible enough to give them all one more turn and in return I’m granted smiles from all around, and my heart fills up with joy.

Words, words, words

I’ve been managing to get in a little “me” time of late, an hour here, a half our there – it’s been nice.  I’ve been using it to get back into writing.  I found a site that gives me random topics or scenarios and you take it from there.  I’m finding that the words are just flowing and I’m able to get into story lines really easily.  Don’t know if any of it would be of interest to anyone else or worthy of publishing but I’m really enjoying the whole process.  Am hoping that by rekindling this passion for words that eventually I’ll get back in the groove of writing poetry and short stories.  Writing is almost like a meditation for me.  I know you’re probably thinking to yourselves if writing is such a passion why does she let so much time go between posts – right?  Typing the text is not the same for me as feeling my hand coast across the paper, seeing the words emerge, trying to have my hand keep up with my brain as the words just flow out of me.  I love everything about it and the fact that you can do it for five minutes, or an hour or more.  I also realize I am really missing my writing partner Cheryl.  When we lived together we’d get together with another friend and do a writing date.  We’d all pick the topic that we wanted to write on and then we’d all begin.  Set the timer for 15 minutes and just write.  It was always interesting to see how all though we were writing on the same topic, our words and ideas were so varied.  I also liked that we were so committed to the process.  Another thing Cheryl and I used to do was refrigerator poetry.  We had a ton of those magnetic words on our fridge and we’d alternate – me writing something out one day, and her the next.  It was inspiring and I think made us better writers because of it.  I now have my magnets back on the fridge and have begun to do it again.  I think Larry really likes to see me fiddle with the words because he knows it brings me please, just another simple pleasure that brings me so much joy.  So what’s your passion, and more importantly what are you doing with it?