Ampersand Duck started a meme. She's thinking about her brother and remembering what's good about life. Seems a fine time to join in and remember what it is that reminds me to breathe.
1. The sea...in all it's moods, every season.
2. The moon...always changing, always beautiful.
3. Tui's singing, and fantails fluttering...native NZ birds that make my heart sing.
4. Daffodils...can't get enough of them.
5. The sky. The big, beautiful, boundless sky. It's theatre in the round.
6. The smell of fresh cut grass.
(12? You want 12? This is much harder than I thought!)
7. Rain that thunders on a tin roof. Really thunders. That's mountain-fed rain-forest rain.
8. Swimming. Swimming is freedom.
9. The smell of washing, fresh from the line, dried in the sun and a little breeze.
10. An open fire. Preferably at the beach under some stars, but inside warming a room is good too.
11. Art, theatre, movies, music or writing that changes the way I see the world, for a moment, for a day, or for ever.
12. Sewing. A pile of fabric, a rotary cutter, a sewing machine, an iron. Bliss.
As @duck says, that's today's list. It could probably change every day.
These are the things that keep me breathing, no matter what. These (mostly) simple things will sustain me, and are not dependent on other people, they are my things, and that's important too. Thanks @duck, for this lovely theraputic idea.
So, what helps you remember to breathe?
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5 comments:
That's a beautiful list, and especially poignant after your post about Raewyn. What a sad story that was! Thanks for commenting on your site so that I could visit yours.
I forgot to mention that my parents are in NZ at the moment, relaxing up in the Bay of Islands somewhere. Such a beautiful country!
Crunchy grass after a hard frost; jumping on frozen puddles with your kids; cuddly sleepy children; finding the last bit of chocolate in the house; a cute stranger smiling at you; cats purring; waves heaving themselves onto the rocks during a storm....yes, the list will change daily.
OOH, forgot the almost best sound of all...when that cork chuffs it way outta the bottle and you clink glasses with your mates....I love that contented silence while everyone has their first slurp!
Most of your list also apply to me, Pixie. And how sad to hear about losing your friend.
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