Sunday morning I did a fair bit of this…

While looking at this…

Being watched by (an out of focus) this…

While listening to this…

Why?  For the simple fact that I bloody well could… so I did! (And sorry, I’m no photographer.  What? You didn’t notice?  Good then, don’t go back and look closely.)

We get so caught up in achieving so much in every day.  The list of things to tick off  just get longer and longer and there is never really an end to it.

When I was really unwell during treatment I longed to be home doing just this.  Then when I was home I became focused on what I couldn’t do to help and so became task obsessed instead.

If it took me thirty minutes to sweep the floor with five rests on the couch inbetween I did it.

If I could sit on the laundry floor in the middle of the washing and sort it into piles for my helpers I did it.

If I could prepare the vegies for my Mum while leaning on the bench to hold me up I did it.

Then came the time after all that when I couldn’t do anything at all… for months.

So as I sat in the glorious rays of the winter sun reflecting on the twisted torment of my previous plight, I breathed in the warmth that hinted of spring; I sighed with contentment that such countryside brings; I sat quiet as nature dropped by to spy and I listened to pleasures only stillness provides.

And for the first time, in a very very long time, it felt real bloody good!

“Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Have you put your feet up lately?

Did you notice anything lovely?