This has been a long, difficult, and rather painful week here in Toula Boula Land, full of bitter pills to swallow, more tears than I care to admit, lessons that I learned long ago but chose to forget until now, and insights into the world and the people in it that I don’t care to have.

I don’t do well with turmoil, it tends to set me into a tailspin and I lose any semblance of Zen-like mojo, not to mention wisdom and composure, have!

I like beautiful things, kind people, soft memories and the small joys of a simple life, so in times like these I remind myself of a little song from a story, The Best Nest by P.D. Eastman, that I used to read to my children when they were small:

I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world, my nest is best!

It brings me back toward my happy place.  It re-grounds me in the things I love most in the world. It simplifies my little world and reminds me of what’s really important and what makes me… well, me.

Granted, it’s not a cure-all for a bad day, or week, but it is a good first step in the right direction.

It’s something soothing to mumble through the  tears of pain and disappointment.

I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world, my nest is best!

I have been blessed with so many precious, wonderful, important things in my life. I have been given comfort, love and joy in abundance so sadness or anger hasn’t enough room to take hold for very long. I gently remind myself that this too shall pass.

It’s something calming to hum through the gritted teeth of anger and frustration.

I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world, my nest is best!

I may be angry or frustrated now, but this is my life and it’s a good life.  It is a life filled with the people who I have chosen to love and who have chosen to love me back.

I can wrap myself up in this little next that I’ve built and I’m safe from the storms outside, and it’s a good place to be, a happy place to be.

I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world, my nest is best!

It’s something that reminds me that there have always been times of difficulty, pain, and sorrow, but this too shall pass.

Tomorrow (or maybe the next day) the sun is going to shine, the birds are going to sing, the world is going to return to it’s normal patterns and everything is going to be okay, because I am right where I belong.

I’m in my happy place, and though it might not be happy right at this moment, it will be happy again very soon.

Your Happy Place

When things are bad it can be easy to get mired down in all the negativity, to lose yourself in the anger and the tears, and forget all the beauty around you.  Even thought it’s hard to see right now, that doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

Don’t let the sadness, worry or anger of a moment get in the way of finding your way back to your happy place.

Image from P.D. Eastman's "My Nest is Best" where the father bird is singing from the rooftop of his birdhouse.

Remember All the Happy Moments

Remember kindnesses both given and received, laughter shared with friends and family, new discoveries made and triumphs hard won.

Remember the fleeting moments spent with your children; when they made you smile, the sound of their laughter, their innocent sleeping faces.

Remember all the hands the held yours when you needed it most.

Imagine the feeling of sand between your toes, sunshine of your face, soft breezes at the close of a long, hot day, and the excitement of winter’s first snowflake.

All of the joys you have been blessed with, all of the wonder that has made up your life up to this very moment… that is your nest, your happy place.  Keep it close to your heart as you wind your way through both the hard days and the soft ones.

I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world, my nest is best!

And so is yours!

May your love be everlasting, your sorrows short-lived and your nest always be the best.
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Hello there!  I live in the beautiful state of Arizona, which makes me very lucky. I'm married to my best friend, which makes me even luckier,  I believe in kindness, humility, generosity, self-reliance and being true to yourself. I love strong coffee, crisp mornings, discovering new places, traveling empty roads, hearing the coyotes singing, creating beautiful things, and dogs. I absolutely hate trolls and public speaking.  So, yeah, that pretty much sums me up!
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Andrea

Well said! As I was reading your words, I couldn’t help but tear up a bit. The first four months of this year have been very difficult for me. My life has been turned upside down by several people that I thought I could trust. Along the way I have lost touch with myself. . . My inner joy. . . I have been struggling to rise above it all. To borrow the words of one of the most important men in my life. . . “Sprout the wings of an eagle and rise above it; because from way up there when you look down, all of your problems look mighty small.” Grandpa Wight was a very wise man!

Now I have a new set of wise words!

I love my home! I love my nest! In all the world, my nest is best!

You reminded me of a promise that I made to myself many years ago. A promise that I would never again allow someone to steal my joy. Never again would someone be allowed to alter my world with their wicked ways. That if I ever found myself so unhappy that I lost my creativity. . . my joy. . . That I would step back and regain control of my life, MY LIFE!

It’s high time I begin again! Time to take back control! Time to pick up my pens, my knitting needles or a paint brush. Time to bring back the serenity and basic joy, love and happiness!

Thank you for the wake up call Becky!

Maybe this is going around. I might also say hello to you, I am new here and already caught up in your world, so different than mine here in Sonoma County, CA. Different but for one-I too have had a very difficult several months, beginning at Thanksgiving. I’ve never liked holidays and I think maybe this particular event–ahem events–are some of the reason why.

As time has crawled by and I deal with the fallout of the monumental stress I was already carrying and now carry more of, I have come to watch my ways, my way of retreating to my silence, my inner angry child, ah, you know…. May we all find new peace, joy and creativity in this year. And mostly, maybe there be healing all over our dear planet. xx

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