WordPress is a fascinating place. On any given day you can glide through it like the waves off Kilauea and find tales to lift your spirit, make you laugh, or inspire you to punch through your screen. Throughout history, the human experience has been in sharing our stories with one another, and what goes on here in the virtual world is a natural progression from and extension of those drawings on cave walls and epics of heroes told around a dying fire. Cruising through, I find myself often amazed by the level of writing talent out there or dumbstruck by how fascinating other people’s lives are when compared to mine.
Yesterday was not a day to make anyone’s history books in terms of the events that unfolded in my particular corner of the globe. The activities undertaken were perhaps best described as the mundane pursuits of the first world – cleaning, cooking, shopping, decorating. Yet I can seldom recall days that have felt more fulfilling or invigorating, or have led me to fall asleep at their close so contented. I’ve spent the morning wondering why – what was it about what I did on this particular day?
Waking up to silence in the sunshine. Attaching Christmas lights to the eavestrough before the cold weather sets in. Carving pumpkins for tonight’s trick-or-treaters. Vacuuming the bedrooms. Letting the cat fall asleep on my lap. Drinking a sumptuously rich hot chocolate made, surprisingly, only with pure cocoa, skim milk and artificial sweetener. Gloved fingers in mittened hand with the love of my life, taking a post-dinner stroll in crisp night to view the Halloween stylings of our neighbors’ front porches. A simple day, but one filled with smiles, good work, vigorous exercise and the company of the most special person in the world. What more can one ask of a single day?
Writers are accustomed to dreaming big, as we shape accounts of things that were or conceive of things that never shall be. Compared to the worlds we concoct with our minds and fingertips, reality often seems smaller, monochrome. Yet the true treasures of life are not to be found on a remote mountaintop or in a galaxy far, far away. They are the diamonds we call moments, especially when shared with those most dear to us. Moments like yesterday. They are visceral, to be savored and relished, and lived again when they’re needed, even unexpectedly – when summoned like Marcel Proust with his madeleine. The challenge for a writer is to find the words to share them in a way that conveys even a fragment of the true experience. Does the most unflinchingly accurate description of a diamond ever truly capture the sheen or the lustre of a viewing of the real thing? More to the point, does it really need to? Maybe this is one of those times to put down the pen, look away from one’s navel and stop trying to assign a philosophical meaning to something that doesn’t need to be over-analyzed to be appreciated solely for the magnificence of what it was.
Yesterday was a great day. A peaceful, uncomplicated, rewarding day. And perhaps in its own peaceful, uncomplicated way, that’s more than enough.
4 thoughts on “Remembrance of simple pleasures”
Beautiful, thoughtful and endearing.
I could not post a comment earlier because at the time this was posted my LapTop decided to commit Seppuku and it is only to-day that I have gotten my new Desktop set up and functioning within somewhat normal parametres.
What you and that very, very, special Lady have is a rare commodity to be cherished . I am most envious. Let us face it the best things in Life are the simple pleasures on can derive from just living. I had the chance to have what you both have but I guess the Fates had other plans and It was not to be.
We do have a great life together. But no matter what your circumstances, take pleasure in the moments you do have.
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