Hey Kristi, what a true statement.... we have to remember that it is the 'simple' pleasures that bring the most joy.
Simple Pleasures
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To "slow down" and "be" in the moment I find diving is the best!
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diverkristi
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Agree with ya there Doc. It is soo surreal and peaceful.
My other "in the moment" activity is Whitewater rafting. All you have time to think about is getting through the next rapid (unless of course you do the whimpy ones), and working as a team. What a great activity for those of us who overthink, and are always beating ourselves up about what we "should" be doing.
The nice thing about the "simple pleasures" is that most of them are really inexpensive, or even free. We just need to take the time. That's the hard part.
My other "in the moment" activity is Whitewater rafting. All you have time to think about is getting through the next rapid (unless of course you do the whimpy ones), and working as a team. What a great activity for those of us who overthink, and are always beating ourselves up about what we "should" be doing.
The nice thing about the "simple pleasures" is that most of them are really inexpensive, or even free. We just need to take the time. That's the hard part.
My simple pleasures
Hearing my sons laughter -- OMG you should have heard him and SJ watching Spike TV the other night. It was so cute to hear them cackle out loud simultaneously.
Floating afterwards in my special spot. Im not allowed to elaborate here but I am sure that many of you will understand. Theres something about being held and experiencing the sensation of a nonalcoholic intoxication that one feels when floating together.
Ill never forget the chocolate jello pudding food fight my father and I had when I was 15. Remember that scene from Blue Lagoon with the mud? Well it was sorta like that only it tasted better. God rest his soul.
Riding bikes a few weeks ago we took off around 10:30 PM on our bikes just before the storm. You could feel the moisture in the warm night air, the wind blowing firmly on our faces. It was so exciting seeing the lightening flash in the night sky filled with shades of gray. Then the race home as the first drops fell and making it inside just before the drenching down pour. (Smile)
Watching my son or SJ sleep. There is something about the peacefulness in ones sleep that makes me want to tell them I love you.
Seeing the sparkling look in my sons eye when hes trying to trick me into eating something sour; or when hes pulling a prank.
Watching SJs hands. I love to gaze at his hands at work. So strong and masculine, yet gingerly careful all at the same time.
Sitting on the tailgate at night looking up at the peaceful stars and discussing the days events or those to come. (Oh yeah and catching that occasional shooting start. The other night the sky was clear and stars were scattered across the sky like glitter on a piece of construction paper when a star blazed across the sky with a tail streaming from it like a smear or iridescent paint on that same piece of construction paper.
Sitting in the backyard with the smell of fresh cut grass and the BBQ grill cooking dinner.
Sitting down with a cold glass of milk and a steaming hot cookie fresh from the oven.
Frosting Sugar Cookie cutouts with my son on the holidays and laughing at the mess or flour, in our hair, on our faces, handprints on our clothes and footprints on the floor.
The feeling that engulfs you when you ascend to 80 feet and you begin to catch sight of the bough of that awesome wreck nestled in the white sandy bottom of the ocean littered with starfish and shells and coral that beckons colors of yellow, orange, and red. Coral that houses the lobsters, eels and tiny fish that peek out only to rush back into the safety of its home. That wreck that is blanketed with angel fish and spade fish that dart around as you approach only to part rapidly when that Cuda glides in for a closer look.
Listening to all the chatter of the divers sharing their dives with one another on the return ride to the dock.
The feeling of the beginning of the seasons as the take their turn. Decorating for those seasons.
Fall with the colorful leaves and gordes, pumpkins and faudershocks, crab boils and oyster roasts, fried turkeys, hey rides and football games.
Winter with its crisp air that leaves its trace in the form of a puff of smoke from your mouth or rosey red chest and nose.
Spring with the new warmth of the sun, cleansing showers, fresh growth on the plants and all the baby animals the seam to amazingly appear as mother nature gives birth to a new year.
Summer with its steamy hot days that warm the waters we dive in, fresh fruit and vegetables, the celebration and fireworks, lightening bugs in jars on a steamy night, and sitting on the porch at night listening to baseball games on the radio with my grandfather.
Give someone a gift just because and receiving one for the same reason.
Sitting with my son in his fort and eating Popsicles.
Picking my son up early from school and playing hookie together.
Taking a walk and a talk.
Seeing my dogs smiling face. Watching my cat play with his toys.
My son giving me hugs. Better yet when he asks, can I get a hug.
Telling my son the story of his birth every year on his birthday when he asks me to.
The enjoyment of just laying around doing nothing or playing games, or building a campfire or cooking over a Coleman stove while camping. It feels like all troubles are left at home. Enjoy a good book, the beach, your family, and worry about NOTHING when camping. Roasting marshmallows.
That unsolicited slow dance.
My mask filling with water during an underwater serenade.
That soak in the Jacuzzi after a long cold drift dive; glass of wine perched on the corner of the tub and a fresh baked chess crisp perfectly seasoned and chased with chocolate.
Hearing my sons laughter -- OMG you should have heard him and SJ watching Spike TV the other night. It was so cute to hear them cackle out loud simultaneously.
Floating afterwards in my special spot. Im not allowed to elaborate here but I am sure that many of you will understand. Theres something about being held and experiencing the sensation of a nonalcoholic intoxication that one feels when floating together.
Ill never forget the chocolate jello pudding food fight my father and I had when I was 15. Remember that scene from Blue Lagoon with the mud? Well it was sorta like that only it tasted better. God rest his soul.
Riding bikes a few weeks ago we took off around 10:30 PM on our bikes just before the storm. You could feel the moisture in the warm night air, the wind blowing firmly on our faces. It was so exciting seeing the lightening flash in the night sky filled with shades of gray. Then the race home as the first drops fell and making it inside just before the drenching down pour. (Smile)
Watching my son or SJ sleep. There is something about the peacefulness in ones sleep that makes me want to tell them I love you.
Seeing the sparkling look in my sons eye when hes trying to trick me into eating something sour; or when hes pulling a prank.
Watching SJs hands. I love to gaze at his hands at work. So strong and masculine, yet gingerly careful all at the same time.
Sitting on the tailgate at night looking up at the peaceful stars and discussing the days events or those to come. (Oh yeah and catching that occasional shooting start. The other night the sky was clear and stars were scattered across the sky like glitter on a piece of construction paper when a star blazed across the sky with a tail streaming from it like a smear or iridescent paint on that same piece of construction paper.
Sitting in the backyard with the smell of fresh cut grass and the BBQ grill cooking dinner.
Sitting down with a cold glass of milk and a steaming hot cookie fresh from the oven.
Frosting Sugar Cookie cutouts with my son on the holidays and laughing at the mess or flour, in our hair, on our faces, handprints on our clothes and footprints on the floor.
The feeling that engulfs you when you ascend to 80 feet and you begin to catch sight of the bough of that awesome wreck nestled in the white sandy bottom of the ocean littered with starfish and shells and coral that beckons colors of yellow, orange, and red. Coral that houses the lobsters, eels and tiny fish that peek out only to rush back into the safety of its home. That wreck that is blanketed with angel fish and spade fish that dart around as you approach only to part rapidly when that Cuda glides in for a closer look.
Listening to all the chatter of the divers sharing their dives with one another on the return ride to the dock.
The feeling of the beginning of the seasons as the take their turn. Decorating for those seasons.
Fall with the colorful leaves and gordes, pumpkins and faudershocks, crab boils and oyster roasts, fried turkeys, hey rides and football games.
Winter with its crisp air that leaves its trace in the form of a puff of smoke from your mouth or rosey red chest and nose.
Spring with the new warmth of the sun, cleansing showers, fresh growth on the plants and all the baby animals the seam to amazingly appear as mother nature gives birth to a new year.
Summer with its steamy hot days that warm the waters we dive in, fresh fruit and vegetables, the celebration and fireworks, lightening bugs in jars on a steamy night, and sitting on the porch at night listening to baseball games on the radio with my grandfather.
Give someone a gift just because and receiving one for the same reason.
Sitting with my son in his fort and eating Popsicles.
Picking my son up early from school and playing hookie together.
Taking a walk and a talk.
Seeing my dogs smiling face. Watching my cat play with his toys.
My son giving me hugs. Better yet when he asks, can I get a hug.
Telling my son the story of his birth every year on his birthday when he asks me to.
The enjoyment of just laying around doing nothing or playing games, or building a campfire or cooking over a Coleman stove while camping. It feels like all troubles are left at home. Enjoy a good book, the beach, your family, and worry about NOTHING when camping. Roasting marshmallows.
That unsolicited slow dance.
My mask filling with water during an underwater serenade.
That soak in the Jacuzzi after a long cold drift dive; glass of wine perched on the corner of the tub and a fresh baked chess crisp perfectly seasoned and chased with chocolate.
CathyI8205
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I love when my husband rubs my back.
And, of course, when we win the ballgame!
And, of course, when we win the ballgame!
CathyI8205
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SueMermaid:-That *snap* sound of my skis snapping into their bindings.
-The silence of the ski lift on the first run of the day
Amen! Skiing is like diving, peaceful and beautiful scenery, and addictive!
capittm
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I love that feeling of letting the air out of my BC and "sinking". The anticipation... it's wonderful.
My hubby.. period.
Tucking in all my kids and knowing I have an hour to just "me". Going back to check on them one last time before going to bed knowing they are safe and snug, but just wanting to catch one more glimpse of them.
Same thing with my hubby (he usually gets home from work around 3am). Only it's going back to the bedroom to see him one last time without him knowing it, before I head out on my work day.
My hubby.. period.
Tucking in all my kids and knowing I have an hour to just "me". Going back to check on them one last time before going to bed knowing they are safe and snug, but just wanting to catch one more glimpse of them.
Same thing with my hubby (he usually gets home from work around 3am). Only it's going back to the bedroom to see him one last time without him knowing it, before I head out on my work day.
dancingtortuga
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Sitting outside by our garden pond with my husband after a busy day of our leading seperate lives. A special time to reconnect while enjoying the peaceful beauty of the flowers, butterflys, birds, frogs, fish, hummingbirds, sunset etc.
Dancing to hot funky blues music - I feel so free & uninhibited when I let the music fill & move me!
Making hot, funky, uninhibited love while listening to the blues!!!
The first "orgasmic" bite of a fresh strawberry or peach -YUM!!!
Everything about my kids (well ok - ALMOST everything).
DIVING - DIVING - DIVING!!!
Dancing to hot funky blues music - I feel so free & uninhibited when I let the music fill & move me!
Making hot, funky, uninhibited love while listening to the blues!!!
The first "orgasmic" bite of a fresh strawberry or peach -YUM!!!
Everything about my kids (well ok - ALMOST everything).
DIVING - DIVING - DIVING!!!
tracker
Guest
Transfering positions at work and having two people hired the next day. Seniority.
That deep, relaxing breath a couple of minutes after getting into bed being that last thing I remember.
The sound, "I love you Daddy"
That deep, relaxing breath a couple of minutes after getting into bed being that last thing I remember.
The sound, "I love you Daddy"
OrlandoRogue
Contributor
Hmmm....where do I begin?
Drinking coffee on a porch at dawn, watching the sunrise
A Sarah McLachlan C.d.
A bubble bath with Bacardi and coke
A breeze caressing my face and hair
A morning jog, when most of the world is at peace...the stars still visible and the sun gently rising
A good cry
A good book
A strong cup of coffee
The smell of cinnamon
Trying a new recipe
Throwing a dinner party
A good piece of dark chocolate
Laughing so hard I cry
The scent of my parent's house
My mother's voice on the phone on a bad day
The laughter of my nephews
Travelling
Kissing
Drinking coffee on a porch at dawn, watching the sunrise
A Sarah McLachlan C.d.
A bubble bath with Bacardi and coke
A breeze caressing my face and hair
A morning jog, when most of the world is at peace...the stars still visible and the sun gently rising
A good cry
A good book
A strong cup of coffee
The smell of cinnamon
Trying a new recipe
Throwing a dinner party
A good piece of dark chocolate
Laughing so hard I cry
The scent of my parent's house
My mother's voice on the phone on a bad day
The laughter of my nephews
Travelling
Kissing
