A natural high

Regarding a natural high, I’m not referring to a stupefied state but rather one of elation.   Let me make that perfectly clear. 🙂  I just completed my outdoor chores and wish I could bottle the air.  There’s a cloudy sky with a slight damp coolness this morning that takes me back apparently to a happy time in kidhood.  I envision myself wearing a little heavy cotton jacket with wooden barrel buttons while skipping down a small town avenue on a misty morning.  It has nothing to do with fashion, because presently I’m wearing an old college hoodie from my daughter’s alma mater.  And, I’m not gleefully hopping around while lifting heavy buckets. The air brings me a feeling of well being.  There are fragrances sold in the stores to enhance our moods, lavender for calming, pine for confidence, etc.  You get the picture.  I’ll save my money and just bottle in my mind the natural nirvana that nature brings.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Alexander Pope

In restrospect

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

– Sigmund Freud

The above quote has weighed on my mind for a few days now, and that’s a considerable amount of musing on my part.   I think of a greeting card I had seen with an image of a little girl on a swing.  She was leaning backwards, looking at the world upside down.  The card read, it’s how you look at things , or something similar to that.  I have never thought about times of struggle as beautiful moments in my life.  But, perhaps, it’s how I’m looking at it.  In the here and now, living in the tranquility (for the most part) of the countryside, I ponder the past years. I was once a city girl, but that is a totally different realm.  In fact, it’s another blog.  My struggles out here have been the times I parted company with one, or two, of the horses.  I must tell you that there isn’t anything beautiful about broken bones or the surgery to repair them or even serious contusions on back muscles.  And, being transported via a medical helicopter to an urban hospital is not a pleasure flight.  Then, as usual, the light comes on in my head, and I understand what Dr. Freud is saying.  What I can find beautiful about those years is that it taught me how to cope.  It taught me that the strength of my resolve will carry me through the nasty times.  It did, just that.  Along with the coping comes confidence.  In retrospect, if I hadn’t experienced those struggles, I would never have truly appreciated my inner strength.  But, that’s enough retrospecting for one day.  It’s time to ride.