Terri’s Sunday Stills prompt this week is “your happy place” ahhhh, there have been so many. We’re international travelers. Every year we’ve been out of country for some period of time (usually a month or more). Needless to say 2020 has been somewhat of a let down. Like most people, we’re still learning to cope with the “new normal” so very different from the “old normal.” But we’re adapting and there are still hundreds of beautiful places to visit. Cautiously, carefully. So a few of my happy places from right here in my own “backyard” …
Over oceans I have traveled across the lands by plane and car I have hiked the forests green and wished upon a Shanghai star of the places I have been to the happiest by far the only place that I call home is any place you are
Our Sunday Stills prompt is hosted by Cathy at Picture This and our prompt is “winter”. Now I have a confession to make. I love Winter. I love the cold temps, big fluffy sweaters, lapgans, fireplaces and all things hygge. I live in the Black Hills of South Dakota, USA where winter temps in fahrenheit measure in the single digits and nightly lows are well below 0 (-18c). And, yes I love Winter everywhere we go. Here are a few Winter shots from some of our travels.
Come Winter and welcome bring your frozen kiss bring your stunning sunrise bring your cozy bliss
Come Winter and welcome I cherish your dimming light sweaters, books, steaming mugs my fireplace burning bright
Many thanks to Cathy over at Picture This for hosting Sunday Stills for us during Terri’s August blogging break. Our prompt for this week is “Beautiful Beaches”
I was born to be a mermaid but by nature was betrayed to live this false existence and walk this world on legs the ocean’s song still sings within my heart and mind peace and calm engulf me as I watch the waves unwind
Stronger —Under the Sea: A Descendants Short Story
Brittle yellow grass crunches beneath my feet trees drop their leaves yellow with drought stress Black-eyed Susans and Marigolds wink at the summer heat while children run through sprinklers and adults pray for rain
What a wildly appropriate prompt for this week. You see, I am one of those weird people. You know the ones who always know the moon phase. The ones who talk about the demise of betelgeuse, use coconut oil for everything, have an herb or an essential oil suggestion for any complaint. We talk about Woodstock, and the day John Lennon died, listen to music by Janis Joplin, Cage the Elephant, Omnia and George Strait with equal abandon. We’re the ones with the wild sparkle in our eyes, the messy hair, and perpetually dirty feet. We are the Star Seeds and Indigos, the lovers and the dancers. The ones who see all the pain and horror of this world, but love it anyway. Long live the wild and the weird! 🙂
Painted Bull at Taoyuan airport,Taiwan
And just to prove that art is truly international A painted bull buffalo from Custer, South Dakota
courtesy of Mother Nature, a dew drenched caterpillar tent on a juniper shrub
Home means so many things to so many people. For me it has never been a place but a feeling. To quote Dory “I look at you … and I’m home.” This is the first time in many years I have stayed in one place for this long (over a year). RVers say “Home is where we park it” for me home is anywhere my love and I are together, from a hotel in Shanghai to a Winnebago in Colorado, home is not a place, it is not walls or land, home is truly where my heart is. Je t’aime mon coeur.
Here are a few places I’ve called home.
Looking out the window of our Winnebago, Bayfield, Colorado
Just down the street Hart Ranch, Rapid City, South Dakota
“The Remarkables” as seen from our window in Queenstown, NZ
Heading “home” to Zion — Springdale, Utah
“Even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight you’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark Winter’s night”
I can’t fight this feeling any more ~REO Speedwagon
Til next time ~Stay Safe, Stay Sane, Stay Sanitized ~JP