My unexpected happy place

My first true happy place is the beach just right of the West Tower at Ocean Creek in Myrtle Beach, especially at sunrise when all I hear are the waves gently breaking on the shore.  To me, the beach holds unexplained powers of rejuvenation and healing. The power of the surf reminds me that I am a mere participant in the universe and by no means in control it.

The beach is nature at its finest and I feel like it’s a spiritual experience I would not feel anywhere else in the world.

So imagine when I found solace in my backyard garden.  If someone told me five years ago that I would be excited to take care of plants, I would have laughed for two reasons: first, I was sleep deprived because I was taking care of babies, and the thought of taking care of something in addition to a human seemed ludicrous. And second, almost every plant I have ever owned has met it’s untimely demise under my care.  (And if it was possible, I’m sure artificial plants would have died, too).

Last year, my dad made me a raised garden box because I was determined to make this work.  I filled it with top soil and carefully planted my tomatoes, basil, parsley, mint and rosemary while my kids played peacefully nearby.  I hoped for the best.

Something unexpected happened: both my daughter and son began to take an interest in the garden. They watered the garden and loved eating the sun-warmed tomatoes fresh from the vine. I added a chair and as the fragrances of the mint and rosemary mingled with the scent of freshly watered tomatoes, I felt calm as I connected daily with nature.

I was proud because I succeeded at something I never thought I would. My self-confidence received an unanticipated boost as we enjoyed the bounty of each harvest. This year, I was inspired to experiment with new flowers and herbs.  I am enjoying a certain sense of freedom that comes from succeeding to overcome a personal obstacle.

Living in Michigan with my happy place being a beach miles away on the southeast coast can be disheartening.  But walking a few feet to my garden, my place of solace, and having the opportunity to find peace and joy every day is amazing.

What is your happy place?

 

Erin Rawlings
Erin is a former junior high English teacher who thought she’d teach and have babies.  End. Of. Story. Erin is a stay-at-home mom to her six year old daughter and three year old son and lives in Macomb Township with her family. Erin’s journey took an unexpected turn when she began blogging and rediscovered her love for writing while connecting with others. Mommyonthespot.blogspot.com documents all her on-the-spot observations on life and motherhood.

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