For me, the simplest of pleasures fill me with delight and send my soul into the stratosphere.
* Oh how I love a good cup of coffee. Its earthy dark aroma and the way the curls of steam offer themselves up to the heavens. The stronger the coffee the better. I could float to the kitchen on the smell alone. I miss the days of Grandma’s old glass percolator on the top of the stove pumping Folgers coffee. Talk about flavor and aroma! Oh my! To this day, I don’t think there is a coffee maker around that can stand up to the old glass percolators. My first taste of the heavenly stuff was at the ripe young age of three.
*I love photography. I LOVE taking pictures and macro shots of nature, bugs, plants, pumpkins, landscape, the way the sun hits old barns, setting up shots of food. I could do this for hours. It fills me with sheer delight.
*Sitting outside with a cup of coffee reading the poetry of Mary Oliver and also writing my own poetry. I know I’ve mentioned this before but I truly love this.
*Being outside in the woods, amongst the trees, hearing the swooshing sound of the pines as their needles brush the sky. The creak and groan of trees aching back and forth in the wind, whispering to one another as their leaves stir and rustle in the breeze. The scent of moss, dead leaves, cedar and wet dirt. This is where I’m most at home.
*The smell of woodsmoke, the popping, crackling and snapping of the campfire flames as they lick at the logs. A dear, dear friend – Joe used to tell me stories around the campfire when I was a young child. He would say that the sound of crackling from a campfire was the sound of Native Americans dancing and holding a pow wow (pau wau). I remember staring into the flames trying so hard to see this because I really thought they were dancing inside the fire. I loved (and still do) anything to do with Native American culture. To this day, I smile and think especially about Joe every time I sit by a campfire. I love it when my clothes are loaded with the smell of woodsmoke. It’s a scent I wish I could bottle up because it brings back so many happy, wonderful memories.
*Rearranging my furniture. I drive my husband nuts because I constantly move things around but I get a weird sense of joy out of it. It gives me a different view – change of perspective when I sit in a different spot. I don’t really know why I enjoy it as much as I do, but I do. 🙂
*Sitting on an overturned bucket down in the garden at the farm in late August when it is still warm outside but not the raging heat of July. The drying cornstalks rattle like brittle old bones in the breeze. The cherry tomatoes are fresh for the picking I sit and pluck them from the vine, popping one and then another into my mouth. They are warm and sweet – kissed by the midday sun. I’m in heaven. It is a different world down in the garden. It is peaceful and safe.
*Wandering around the bookstore perusing the books, discovering titles I’ve not yet heard about and finding a book that I simply must have. When I’m down or stressed, some time at the bookstore always perks me up.
*Laying on the floor with my eyes closed as the sounds of Charlie Parker, Stan Kenton, Rosemary Clooney, Dizzy Gillespie, Duke Ellington, John Coltrane, etc… spin, wrap, and glide around and through me. Pure bliss. I could go on and on but you get the picture.
These are just a few of the things that fill me with pleasure.