It’s been a stressful week for many reasons (small and large, positive and negative) and I’ve sat here for an hour or so trying to work up to writing this, because I know I must.
If I’m gonna sit so often in smugness atop a set of self-awarded laurels and proselytise about this blog hop to the people who come here and struggle with writing their lists, telling them that ‘the time when you least feel like it is when the exercise is most helpful‘ and ‘it’s difficult when life’s been tough, but practicing the attitude of Actively Seeking Good will stand you in good stead for other challenges, as well as giving you a boost from finding the things which are going right in life‘, then I damn well better practice what I preach.
Mostly because I’m right, much as it pains me to admit it at this moment, and practicing this thing WILL make a difference to my mood.
I thought I’d get a bit different though, and work through an exercise I’ve heard about (and occasionally used) when life gets a bit much. It’s called ‘grounding’, and if you look it up on Google, you’ll see that it comes at times alongside a vaguely distasteful bunch of hokum, but in essence, it’s about getting back in touch with your immediate surroundings, focussing your thoughts on the physical and away from the intellectual for a bit, concentrating on your immediate surroundings and just…breathing.
I’m going a bit further and boundarying myself (from this point onwards). No ‘in spite of’, no ‘even though’, no ‘however’ – too many ways for negativity to sneak in tonight, so I’m putting a stop to it RightNow. There will be positivity, and that is all.
I’m blessed with the usual five senses, so two Things for each and I should be feeling better, if the promise of the exercise holds true.
Seen – Across from me now, my lovely Husby, who is a wonderful man and so right for me. I love that this gets re-confirmed in so many small ways each day, each week. When we got married, we chose not to have the traditional ‘I do’, as it seemed rather transient, picking instead the much gnarlier and many-layered vow ‘I will’, requiring ongoing action and commitment. I still will.
Unseen – The mystical workings of the internet, the data packets whizzing through the wires (or WiFi), connecting me with IRL friends and family who live at a distance, as well as my internet buddies, all of whom enrich my life in so many ways. I know I joke a lot about having part of my heart hardwired, but it’s true.
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Heard – Currently, my Youtube playlist of favourite songs (it changes from time to time)
Unhearable – The lovely comments, feedback and messages I’ve had over the last week. Admittedly some of them have been hearable (thanks Shanique), which has been lovely. Mostly though, it’s been the written word, which has been offered, absorbed and taken on board.
|Why yes, sometimes at Christmas I might decorate myself
Scented – The closest thing to me which smells of anything is my hair, freshly washed and smelling deliciously coconutty from the conditioner.
Unscented – Memories, though often triggered by a smell, or ones so rich and strong they *almost* have a scent to them, like every Christmas tree we ever had…the memories of these Victorian displays of every-single-bauble-possible, covered all over in fairy lights, tinsel and (most importantly) lametta, have been a fundamental part of my Christmas experience, and just thinking about it, I can *almost* smell the pine…
|I also licked the sun. It was spicy.
|Feast – My cupboards, fridge and tummy are full. I love cooking and experimenting with flavours, to the point where
I can imagine how they would combine and make a sensible decision without necessarily having to try it out. Being creative with cooking and rarely using a recipe, but developing variations on themes is something I owe to my Dad, who is still one of the best cooks I know. This evening I combined simple ingredients into absolutely delicious chorizo and bean burritos, with fresh tomatoes and Emmental, followed by a (very small – it’s incredibly rich) piece of Mrs A.R.’s Salted Caramel Pretzel Bark
– it’s still amazing. Husby has walked in serendipitously as I write this sentence and has announced “I keep going back to that pretzel bark – it’s like it’s laced with heroin or something – it’s so good!
” – it really is.
Fast – I was invited by a Catholic friend earlier in the week to join in with Pope Francis’ suggestion of a “day of prayer and fasting for peace in Syria, the Middle East, and throughout the world”. I’m not really that clear on the theology behind fasting, but I know that it tends to be held up as a good thing, which lends weight to prayers. It’s something I’ve been exploring a little lately anyway, and though not Catholic, I decided to join in anyway, in case it helps.
Touch – Especially hugs. I’m quite convinced that there’s nothing quite so lovely as a well-intentioned hug. A proper, long one, with someone you have a deep relationship with – whether a spouse, sibling, best friend, small child, parent, aunty…all totally wonderful people to hug with much more ‘oomph’ than the standard ‘friend hug’ or ‘slightly uncomfortable, at arms length, acquaintance hug’. A hug which luxuriates in the huggyness of it. A hug worth having.
Untouchable – Various people at various distances whom I can’t hug right now [Status:Pending…]
Evaluation of exercise: Resounding success. I shall get back on my unsolicited-advice-giving, because this thing, as a tool, absolutely ROCKS 😀
Now link yourself up and let me get a few handfuls more of that Thankfulness.