My Happiness, My Hammock


Did you like swinging as a child?  The freedom of starting slowly, back and forth and working your whole body until the swing flew up as high as the supporting bar and you could see over the top of it.  The split second where your upward momentum stopped before the graceful plummeting arc down, the air rushing past your ears.  And then, when you got brave – ending the downward arc by jumping off the swing, flying for a second before hitting the gravel.  Ugh.  Why did they have so much gravel under the rusty hot metal playground equipment in the 70’s?

I would still love swinging just as much now as a grown up…if they only made swings that fit my womanly hips without giving me bruises. Tragic.  No matter though – I’ve found my new love, my sanity, my happy place: my hammock.  I spent an entire summer in a hammock when I was 14 – and was entirely happy.  It was one of those white string ones, and I strung it up on the back deck in the way of nearly anyone who wanted to walk out to the backyard.  But seeing as I was the eldest child and, let’s face it, a moody 14 year old, everyone gave me a wide berth and I had the place all to myself as no-one wanted to poke that particular dragon.  A total win/win!

Last year I asked for a hammock for my birthday and got one for Christmas.  Good move SH.  It’s my best pressie ever.  This hammock is a fully enclosed fabric one rather than the old string net type hammock (the kind I’m not hopeful would contain me quite the same way it did when I was a long limbed, bony kid) which means I can prop in it with my toast and coffee and the dog can’t snatch the crusts.  Plus it’s a double which means I can lie in it longways (and it will coccoon me if I adjust things like so), or sit in it across-ways, OR I can share it, which is quite nice.  I’ve had good chats with people and wine or coffee and swinging while the sun sets or rises, and the nature of the shared space means the vibe is always nice.  I don’t think you can do angry talking in a hammock.

I’m not sure why this hammock has become such a haven; it’s a bit like the blissed out feeling I get when I get to the beach…and part of it is the immersion in my surroundings: being outside, the birds, the breeze, the sounds…and the subtle rocking provides the movement of the waves.  Or like my friend reckons – in it I feel weightless, buoyant and hidden from the world…nothing to be sneezed at either way.  But whether it’s  a swinging thing, a magical hiding place, or a cocooning quiet place – for me, it’s worth its scant weight in gold because whether I’m sharing it or in it alone, it’s my happy place and EVERYONE needs a happy place, right?

What’s your happy place?



About Alyson

I am a 45+ chick. I live in the country with 3 almost (apparently) adult children teenagers, 1 husband and many animals. Here's the thing: The black dog also hangs with me occasionally and, thank the baby cheeses, life is not perfect. That's OK, because I work hard to be a glass half-full person and I can't lie! I write to help my head, heart and humor...and I tell myself 'I've got this!'


  1. I do love a good hammock swing. My happy place is my egg chair… mostly because I dont have to share it when I am in it lol xx

    • Perfect Sonia, because there’s the swinging thing (and stylishly too I might add) plus the ‘I get my own space’ thing – crucial! xxx

  2. hello alyson its dennis the vizsla dog hay dada sez wen he wuz a puppy he yoozed to go to his nana and papas howse in the summer and he wood lie in there hammock under the trees and reed and nana and auntie wood bring him lemonayd and cookies can yoo imadjin??? that must hav ben the life!!! i am shoor evrything sinse then has ben a disappoyntment!!! ha ha ok bye

  3. Oh Dennis, poor Dada, it doesn’t ever get better than that surely?!

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