When I think of my Grandma, I think of the book Heidi. She had a beautiful old copy, that was once my Mamma's, the spine worn, the pages had been loving turned so many times.
I can vividly remember myself reading that book upstairs, downstairs, in the kitchen, on the sofa, and in the backyard of my grandparent's home. I loved it.
I remember reading it, and getting lost, imagining that I was Heidi, living up on the secluded mountain tops.
What did I find so appealing? As an adult, I can reflect a little bit...
- I associated space with peace,
- I saw her simple life as free from the complexities of real life, and
- I craved the fresh, mountain air.
Heidi's mountain has always been a place for me that brings utter relaxation in moments of stress. It is an image I draw on when I need it, to help me calm down and work through a problem.
Earlier this month, we were driving as a family through the north of Wales. I saw this little cabin upon the top of a mountain and immediately was transported back to Heidi. I finally found a real-life version of what I have seen for years in my mind.
I do however realize that urban-loving me, with sheep, living on the top of an isolated mountain... so not a good idea. ;)
What image brings you utter relaxation? Where did you find it?