Son has often said that it does not take a lot to entertain me. This can be taken either way...good or bad...so I choose to look at it in a positive way. To me, it means that my imagination has not died with the influx of artificial stimulation. Anything can act as a trigger to take me to some faraway, magical place. It must be the influence of my late Aunt Helen. She never bored of daily life because she had the ability to be a thousand miles away in her thoughts. She taught me well.
This morning's hike was a damp one. A thick fog shrouded the entire Bayou muffling footsteps and holding the sights and scents close around me. Making my way around the back path, the heady aroma of citrus blossoms mingled with the enticing scent of trailing wisteria blooms engulfed me. This was enough to start the imagination but the sight of moss-covered bricks sent it into overdrive. The brain found that moss oddly alluring. Suddenly the whole world whirled around in a myriad of thoughts of romance, moonlit walks and happy endings. Perhaps these were from tales told by grandparents so many years ago or perhaps it was just all of the elements of the day coming together in harmony but I was thrown into a mystical, magical world for a bit. It was a place that was hard to leave. That first step back into reality was difficult. I wanted to throw the day's chores to the wind and stay in my "happy place" for the day.
It is nice it to simply waltz into a different life now and again...to let mundane things become exquisite...to find happiness at your own backdoor. I think everyone needs an Aunt Helen at some point in life. She is needed to teach us all how to imagine what can be.
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