I had a particularly good day yesterday for a number of reasons, one big one being the boost of steroids and food. But this experience I feel is worth turning on the computer to capture at 2:40 AM.
Zsolt and I were relaxing on the front porch last evening, enjoying the massive sway of maple leaves mixing with a breeze and the gold evening light. Zsolt was mentioning how his friend enjoys recording short videos to remember the feeling of a place, rather than what it looked like alone with a photo.
This made me think a little.
I think, I replied, that I like to actually be in a place that has captured a piece of who I am, rather than a picture or a video…. being there, in that spot, whether it be an evening by the lake in Balaton or sitting under the tree I have literally grown along with all my life . . . that is what is really is to remember who, and what i am. That is when a piece of what makes me, me, shines. It reminds me that life is far more than a picture, or film, or a place to sit, a thing to let happen, a bed. These experiences are pieces of what I am. They make me, and they remind me of what I am.
So, I like them best. Far better than any form of art or screen.
Places that make me:
Under my tree
Balaton in the evening
The pond in Rockliff
The lake in Jasper called Horseshoe
The pool with family on a hot day
A drive with the window down and the music blaring
Eating into an orange that drips with sweet tangy juice
Sticking my face into a watermelon on a hot day
Warm cookies that are home made, not too sweet, and mine
A cup of tea and milk
Little mountain villages with water down the middle
I am all of these things