On August 10th, FibroDAZE is excited to be hosting PFAM and the theme is “Your Happy Place.” (We’ve all heard the expression “Find your Happy Place.” That may be a tough thing to do as a chronic chick. So this edition of PFAM asks “Where’s your Happy Place?”)
There are things that help me feel better on bad days (most of the time,) but there are other days, like today, when it just feels like no matter what I do, I can’t win for losing . . . On days like that, it starts feeling like there isn’t a “happy place” because nothing works.
When that happens, I drag out the headphones and the set of nature sounds CDs, and pick out a CD with ocean sounds on it. (I’m landlocked, and can’t afford to take a trip to the beach every time I need the ocean, so I bring the ocean home. I swear, if I can ever afford to, I’m moving somewhere I can get to a beach in less than an hour.)
I get nice and comfy, with hot packs if I need them; crank up the CD, lay back and visualize being at the beach. I’ve had this “fantasy” so many times that I can literally feel the warm ocean breeze and the sun on my arms; I can smell the salty, fishy, organic scent of the ocean; and can see the seagulls flying against the deep, rich blue of the summer sky. I can feel the hot, gritty sand under my bare feet; and then the cool, salty ocean surf as it splashes over them and recedes, over and over.
I walk down the beach, with the surf washing over my feet, and every time it recedes, it draws some of my stress and worry with it. With each wave it pulls more of the tension from my body, allowing me to relax and freeing my mind to find solutions and options that I couldn’t see while I was trapped in the rip tide, drowning in the violent swirls of my emotions.
I’ve always been happiest near the water, there’s something about it that soothes my soul and eases my mind. I love the ocean best; but lakes, rivers, koi ponds, even fountains or tiny streams will work. Hell, I even love the rain, although it makes my pain worse. I love the sound of it, pouring in solid sheets, battering the leaves and splashing in puddles; or gently sprinkling, quiet and soft, against the world.
I can sit for hours, just watching the flow of a river, the lapping of a lake, or the ocean surf, and never be bored. It feels as though my skin just absorbs the moisture in the air near a body of water; as though my skin is the root of some strange plant, absorbing nutrients from the air, soaking in something I need to live, to survive . . .something nameless, amorphous, unidentified and unidentifiable, but necessary for my survival.
Water is my happy place . . . water in all its amazing forms, from tiny droplets of fog to the gigantic majesty of the ocean; brings me peace.
- PFAM – Where Is Your Happy Place? (hibernationnow.wordpress.com)
- on friendship, affirmations, and happy places (phylor.wordpress.com)
- a moment in time; a happy place (phylor.wordpress.com)