The prompt for July 3rd that caught my eye at Friday Reflections has had me thinking for days. How could I pick one favorite place? There have been so many of them. I think about all the places I have traveled, the things I have seen and done. How could I possibly whittle it to one favorite? Janine Ripper at Reflections From a Redhead described her favorite place so colorfully, I was ready to pack a bag and leave right then.
But picking my favorite place? It finally dawned on me. The place that is my favorite of all is….
|the grapes of cath|
That’s right. All the places I have visited, the things I have seen, are all trapped in lovely memories. They are stored away, like a filing cabinet full of cards and photos, and I can revisit and think about them whenever I want to. This ability to pull memories and close my eyes and be there is something I have always done. It is especially helpful right now, at this moment in my life when there is so much going on with so many people in my life that I often wonder what will happen next.
|watercolor, pen & ink|
Today, I have pulled out a memory of one of those places. My sister Vicky’s back yard (garden for those of you who don’t call a yard a yard) and one of the most peaceful places I have ever been. It is a place I can sit quietly, looking at the flowers, birds, bees, and listening to the breeze blowing gently through the trees, stirring the leaves to a soft rustling sound. It is a place I have painted, photographed and long to be when things are overwhelming. It is my morning refuge, my favorite place to drink my tea and think about all the vagaries of life.
|vix, watering her plants|
It is a place I return to at least twice a year…and where I will return once more in October of this year. Until then, I have my memories, filed away in my mind to pull out and relive over and over whenever I feel a yearning for peace and quiet.
|morning in the garden|
|the perfect rose|
…life is good. ~cath
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