Good Life ©

Shinazy honoring the a good life of her female relatives

good lifeComing from a long line of amazing women, I know the history of my great, great, grandmothers.  Over 6 generations, from these grand gals through to my daughter and niece, our stories have one thing in common:  A knack to live a good life.

Each of us stumbled upon something we claimed as our own.  Something to express a desire, a passion, a need.  Something where we stepped back and exhaled an “Ahh”, aware of internal warmth, reminiscent of the sun shining on our face as it does on the first day of Spring.

For my great grandmother, Grammy, her Something was her fairy-tale garden where she painted the landscape with trellises of ever blooming fragrances.  Here she constructed a wishing well and a pond surrounded by plants of exotic shapes.

My grandmother Nana grew rows of tulips and hedges of roses from every Mother’s Day floral bouquet she received. These were gardens where dandelions swirled and kept floating as if they knew their home was elsewhere.

Other women of my family sewed garments, created jewelry, restored vintage stain-glass, or baked pies.  Many traveled, attended classes, and wrote stories.  Some lived the word ‘dilatant’ and moved from passing inquisitiveness to fleeting curiosity.  And still others sat on the back porch with a bowl of green beans in their lap.  A good life, that Something, came in many forms and either changed or hibernated with time.

Over time, decades of time, Aunty Flo returned to her Something. To advance her career in the business world she stopped being a professional Hula dancer.  Upon retiring, she felt dance calling again.  She told me, at age 75 she walked into a studio, closed her eyes and saw herself as the young girl in the hand-made grass skirt.  Although, during the later lessons she struggled to rise from deep dips, for her to live a Good Life she had to dance.

good lifeWhen I talk of a Good Life I repeatedly use the word ‘nature’.  If I’m in the concrete city too long I yearn for the freedom of life without walls.  Being outside rejuvenates me.  When I connect with nature, I’m in harmony with . . . Every thing.  I see solutions and make corrections before I’m in too deep.  By the time my head touches my fluffed pillow I’m already dreaming.  Basically, I’m aware of my senses and all they offer.

Today, our senses offer us the Good Life.  Enjoy!

photos by family member & jim johnson

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6 Responses to Good Life ©

  1. Beautiful. Your stories remind me of my grandmothers, my aunts and a great aunt and my mother.

    • George, If your gal relatives are anything like mine, you have many stories to tell. How about letting me publish a few? BOBB is the perfect place to celebrate our ladies and their lives.
      ~ shinazy, storyteller

  2. Gotta say that I love all these women and the way they lived their lives, but I most loved the hula dancer!

    That which makes your blood flow a little faster is that which must be done.

    • Ron, My auntie Flo was an inspiration for me. I remember sitting cross-legged on the stage while she danced. 50 years later I sat on the floor while she practiced. Time-wrap … she looked the same.
      ~ shinazy

  3. Nature, the blood for our bodies and souls. What a difference a day makes, just communing with nature. I walk these hills and know that I’ll be a different person when I return to the flatlands. Thank goodness for the Good Life. Thanks for your story.

    • Bobbi, You and I have covered miles over some of the planet’s most beautiful terrain. During our time together we are connected with the land and our friendship.
      ~ shinazy

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