I know that not everyone’s happy place is nature. Or, specifically for me, in the mountains next to the river. It honestly doesn’t matter how bad my leg hurts, how cold it is, or how badly I really should’ve stopped at one of the port-o-potties on the way. I could sit here for hours.

I’m sure there’s some pretty way of saying it’s quiet but also loud.

The river is loud, all encompassing. The birds communicating with each other, barely audible to my human ears over the sound of the river. An occassional conversation amongst others out enjoying what this place has to offer.

But there is no TV with depressing news or sports in stereo. There’s no constant stream of talking. No traffic. No one asking me a million questions. No social media.

Right now, at 7:30 on a sunny May Sunday, it’s just me, the birds, and the river. It’s the ability to clear my mind. To rest and not rush.

Yeah. I’m cold, I have to pee something fierce, and my leg is mad as f*ck, reminding me that it isn’t functioning correctly at the moment. But I can let that all go out here. My mind and body seem to understand that this place, and this time, are sacred. That we can think and worry about all that later.

I am currently curled up against some rocks, my head mostly shaded, with my legs in the sun. Might sound uncomfortable to most, but it is exactly where I want to be. Even if I did just realize that my boob is resting in a fairly damp spot.

I’m going to lay here a little longer, work on my tarot reading for a bit, record an affirmation or two. Then I’m just going to sit and clear my mind once more before heading home to my fabulous kids.

I don’t know where your happy place is, but I hope you get to spend some quality time there soon!

Disclaimer

I wrote this while enjoying my time. It isn’t perfect. I didn’t edit much, mostly just typed out what I had written. I know it isn’t as polished as some of my things, but it wasn’t meant to be. Happy Mother’s Day to all the momma’s out there. If you’re missing your momma today, I see you.