Where Do I Find Paradise?
BY GEMMA BROCATO
Every body has their own definition of paradise. Ask five random people and youâ€™ll get five very different answers. I checked on Merriam-Webster online for the official definition before I started writing about where I find it. Oh mighty Webster defines it as:
parÂ·aÂ·dise noun \Ëˆper-É™-ËŒdÄ«s, -ËŒdÄ«z, Ëˆpa-rÉ™-\
: a very beautiful, pleasant, or peaceful place that seems to be perfect
: a place that is perfect for a particular activity or for a person who enjoys that activity
: a state of complete happiness
A place that seems perfect, a state of complete happiness. For me, paradise can be a place, or a feeling. Hereâ€™s a list of my definition of paradise:
- My momâ€™s kitchen. My mother sings in the kitchen all the time. She might never get the words right ( I think that is deliberate), but the very act of her singing was she cooks makes me happy. I love to work alongside of her whenever I can.
- A chairlift heading up the side of a mountain. I donâ€™t ski anymore, so my trips to the top of lift are limited to summertime. But the peaceful quiet of rides to the top suspended above ground, sitting next to a family member is sheer delight.
- Sitting on my deck and enjoying nature. Whether Iâ€™m working, or socializing, there is something completely prefect about relaxing in my backyard.
- The library. Any library will do. The hushed, expectant environment never fails to soothe. All those wonderful books. Doesnâ€™t matter if Iâ€™m in the non-fiction, reference, A-V or Fiction section. Just touching any book containing knowledge or entertainment is heaven.
- My brotherâ€™s pool. Spent a couple of weeks in his neck of the woods this year while on a writing retreat. Five days of hard work writing, rewarded by two days of floating in his spa-like pool with great tunes on Pandora and an adult beverage or two.
- Butchart Gardens in Victoria, B.C. The view stole my breath the first time I glimpsed this reclaimed rock quarry. It was a misty in April and the light was clear and perfect.
- This one is most important: in my husbandâ€™s arms or by his side. Iâ€™d follow him to the ends of the earth and no matter where we were, it would be paradise.
Whatâ€™s your idea of paradise?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Gemma’s favorite desk accessories for many years were a circular wooden token, better known as a ’round tuit,’ and a slip of paper from a fortune cookie proclaiming her a lover of words; some day she’d write a book. All it took was a transfer to the United Kingdom, the lovely English springtime, and a huge dose of homesickness to write her first novel. Once it was completed and sent off with a kiss, even the rejections addressed to ‘Dear Author’ were gratifying.
After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy. Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue an avocation as a romance author.