Spring. Before it gets too hot. Watching my rice sprout. Fall when the rice is being cut. The smell of the dew and the geese coming down for the winter making noise overhead.
Any time I'm in the woods/wild alone or with my boys
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, used up, worn out, bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and a .45 in the other, loudly proclaiming WOW-- What a Ride!"
I have a few. One's my back porch picking my guitar. One's where I used to take our retriever to chase pheasants, One's a stretch of trout stream and the rest are up in the mtn's a few miles from the road where I've hunted several years. Been thinking about where I'd like my ashes to go, I may write up three places where my boys would have to hike in a ways.
Probably not. I am happy a lot of places most of the time but most/all of them would come with times of terror and times of major aggravation as well. Seasonal happy places maybe?
Anyone who thinks there's two sides to everything hasn't met a M�bius strip.
I live on my happy place. I stumbled across it 6+ years ago and God said, "Here,...this is for you". I bought it for a song.
I view it as the reward for all the bullshit I've been through. Maybe that's right,...maybe it's not.
But something must be going on. I left home at 19 without a clue as to how to get by in the world--and everything that has transpired since then has put me here in this situation that I've done nothing to deserve.
I just got up and went to work every day for a half century and it worked out plenty good enough to satisfy an old country boy from the sticks of western Kentucky.
I know other people who did what I did and never ended up with schitt.