I am loving:
Walking with old friends in the rolling Dorset countryside.
Many swims. This one began on the sand in Bournemouth. Classy.
Feeling grateful for being alive, for the time allotted me.
Helen has a friend who practises a form of gratitude journalling.She calls it ‘Today I celebrate’ and focusses her attention on the small things which make her life worthwhile. It may be the coffee which smells so good or a call from a friend. For another person it might be light on the water or birdsong or the fact that the kids slept in till 7am.
Practising an attitude of gratitude is useful. Recording it is more so. Research has it that that mild to moderate depression can be alleviated by noticing and giving your attention to positive things. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gratitude_journal
At one point I did something called Happy Rambles, a cheesy name for a daily online gratitude prompt. It saw me through the dark depths of last winter. If you practise gratitude journalling and reread your entire record from time to time, it provides a map for the people, events and small mercies which nourish you, so, I suppose, continuing the map metaphor, you can return to and revisit those sources of nourishment. Worth a thought.
I’ve done well with my non-vow to swim. It’s been delightful and liberating. And I’ve noticed a number of lumpy middle aged women just like me doing the same, perhaps they were there all the time, perhaps I’ve started a trend 🙂
Today it’s pouring hard as it hasn’t done since Noah, so I am topping up my blog. This nourishes me too in some way I can’t describe. And making cake, lemon polenta, very nourishing. And Thompsons junior are coming for the weekend – toad in the hole for tea: William’s toddler chuckle.