Picnics in the park

I love summer. I shamelessly love it. I love summer an indecent amount. I revel in sunshine and summer storms. Yes, I love the rain and hail too! I love summer unconditionally and full throttle, nothing held in reserve.

As soon as June clicks in on the calendar, there is a slow internal count down that happens within me. And if you live in northern latitudes, you know when that count down stops; the day when you know that summer is over and it is fall. The end of summer where I live comes early, sometime in September.

Now it isn’t that I dislike the fall or the winter, I actually like them quite a lot. But it is a ‘like’ bordering, teetering, on love, similar to the depth of love you could feel on a first date. Full of possibilities, but there is something just… Hmm… odd about the season. And spring, well spring is just a gateway drug to summer.

The absolute best part of the summers where I live is that they are short. Yes, short. This glorious season, that I love, is best short. Because this wonderful sun only lasts a few short months, every moment is claimed. There is a space that opens up in life when everyday is savored to the fullest, and that savoring is easy in the summer. So even on a Monday night after working all day, it is the perfect opportunity to picnic in the park, just because the sun is shining.

Appreciating plain and simple

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Sometimes the most simple moments are the most precious. Tiny accumulations of joy that gather themselves at the edges of your memory. Collected, they build a sweet, sweet life.

Appreciating life

I appreciate the power to choose. Of placing my feet on soil that grows. I appreciate imagination and invention. I appreciate dialogue with inanimate objects. Animating the everyday. I appreciate the slow days and long nights of summer. I appreciate warm swinging in the hammock. The rest before all the rest catch up with me.

I appreciate nouns.

I appreciate sounding things out. Testing and pondering. Bravery. I appreciate bravery. The proud roar at the unforeseen. Courage to meet uncertainty with certain faith.

I appreciate each one of my toes that always, faithfully, point in the direction I am going. Ten tiny kisses for the moment before being whisked toward the next.

Gratitude List

Gratitude.
I appreciate:

• water
• air
• relaxed lungs
• Easter eggs
• knitting needles
• sharing a meal
• listening to stories
• reading to my son
• making faces
• cooking together
• pausing documentaries and talking for half an hour
• reading
• writing
• speaking
• walking
• focusing
• family recipes
• old maps
• new faces
• smiles
• hugs
• bedtime
• morning sun
• fresh coffee
• tree buds
• good shoes
• playtime
• colouring
• A B C’s

Create

I am always astounded by the diversity of creativity all around us. I truly believe that each person has a creative spark inside. Whether it is art, music, writing, you name it, there is a wonderful diversity that is present within the human mind. Even now more than ever before, art and creativity have become accessible to everyone. We can now read tweets from writers on the other side of the world, we can watch movies from independent filmmakers, we can buy art directly from the artist. The potential is huge for a return of the cottage industry, where local and handcrafted items are the sought after luxury items, and artisans of all stripes are now carving out their own careers where none existed before. Magic!

Create something new today.

Be positive. Blah!

I would say that I am usually a fairly positive person. An annoyingly happy person actually. So it is a bit unusual for me to get to place where I find it nearly impossible to turn a negative situation around and see the silver lining. Except for today.

My dear little son was feeling under the weather, unknown to us, and I became the impromptu splash zone for the puke. To top it off we were out at a favorite restaurant. I did my very best to stay calm at the time so my little guy wouldn’t become more upset than he already was, but I’m not sure if I could really hide how upset I was.

It is upsetting enough to have a kid that is sick (helpless), but also to be out for dinner to celebrate my husband’s birthday and not get to share desert (disappointed), and to be just at the tail end of several family emergencies (grief, fear, helpless), and to be in a public place (helpless, embarrassed). Well, I am human. It sucked. Big time.

It is tough to look on the bright side when you are dripping with puke. Even hours later I am having a tough go turning this gross experience into a learning experience.

So here is what I am grateful for out of all that:
• a son who is already bouncing back (he wanted to play games right after)
• the relief of knowing that he is not seriously ill (no fever)
• having a husband that was calm when I was not
• having a husband who pitches in and shares the clean up duties
• the odd comfort of having been through worse and having a system in place for dealing with a sick kid (not feeling confused and lost)
• essential oils
• being clean and dry and smelling nice smells
• having homemade rice pudding as dessert
• the written word as therapy
• feeling better already
• feeling that it wasn’t so bad in the grand scheme of things
• knowing that my son only says no to peanut butter just before he spews (prepared)
• hoping someone somewhere is laughing as they read this
• knowing that someday I will find this amusing too
• having a huge increase in compassion for anyone in a similar situation
• most of all grateful that my son was cheerful after he got it all out. “It’s okay. Accidents happen.” And that I have an amazing puke cleaning husband who stands by me through everything. 🙂

I did it! I got a positive attitude just through gratitude and appreciation. Yes!

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