Musings, rantings, and dispatches from a rural homestead in the hills of the Willamette Valley, Oregon. Hot flashes included.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Primitive Happiness
Surely this is among the most primeval of feelings...the feeling of happiness -- the happiness of watching weather when you yourself are not out in it.
Since the beginnings of time, our ancestors probably sat in caves, in primitive shelters or under a thick canopy of mighty trees, thinking the equivilent of "boy, it's really coming down out there. How nice to be dry and warm down/in/under here."
Nothing like being safely sheltered, preferably under a blanket or in front of a fire, when the weather finally arrives. Perhaps our first and deepest happiness, as human beings.
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Surely we don't agree on everything, but I promise I always say this! The most basic, wonderful luxury is to enjoy foul weather from a warm and safe shelter. I like your ship in the window!
ReplyDeleteHaha, yes, I think we DO agree on almost everything. Siblings from another mother lol! It's been raining all evening, and such a joy to sit indoors and listen to it. The ship, abalone shell and white stones all symbolize moving back near the beach...it's such an important part of my life so I guess that's my little ocean alter lol. It was raining quite hard just outside the window, don't know if it shows in the pic though.
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