Ten Things of Thankful 136 (in small moments) #10Thankful

For no other reason than I seem to have had a plethora of them this week, I’m going to offer up small moments of great beauty or poignancy, which I took time to appreciate this week. I think in the grander scheme of things, we’re all so busy rushing around trying to get everything done (I know *I* am, at any rate – I won’t tar everyone with the same brush) we often forget to stop and absorb the moment, finding something within it to give thanks for – making the time to be present.

I read today in a book, that a life spent rushing is for amateurs, and in a way I can agree with that – we always have time, because we only have NOW, and we only really have NOW if we pay attention to it, immerse ourselves in it, experience it. Otherwise life is so much a string of wasted Nows, slipped through our fingers like kite-strings in a hurricane, as our eyes and hearts cloud with the *stuff* of the everyday – what hasn’t happened yet but needed to; what is still to come; what’s the priority to manage; how do we juggle all the things at once…life can only be lived one moment at a time, and we only have one life (and without wishing to sound maudlin, but members of my family were at a funeral today, so it’s on my mind) – and who knows how long we have to live it?! We may as well make the most of it.

Use it, or lose it, as they say.

Life can only be lived one moment at a time

A moment sat in the gloaming, looking out of the window at the quiet street, with a plate of tomatoes on toast – and taking the time to savour every mouthful of crisp, seed-filled toast, juicy tomato slices stacked atop it, and drizzled with a bright coat of golden, sun-distilled olive oil, a splash of balsamic vinegar, dark and tangy and sweet, and dusted with ground black pepper…the spice and fresh and pungent and deep, earthy flavours delighting me at every mouthful.

A moment cycling home, breath puffing out steam against the freezing cold, past ice still on the ground from morning, the world bathed in bright and glorious sunset, silhouetting the bare tree branches against the skies and casting shadows which stretched away behind my tyres, towards night.

A moment late at night, turning over to find Neff had slithered his way across the bed and was nestled, close-but-not-touching, breathing soft, snuffly (slightly garlicky) sleep-breaths towards me, harmonising with the quieter, lighter sleep-breaths from Niece in the top bunk, and thinking how lucky I am to have such wonderful children to fill the room (and my life) with their loveliness.

A moment hanging washing, feeling the chill damp cotton against my fingers and snaking around my wrists as I tried to make the garments acquiesce into straight lines to hang dry, knowing that they will dry soon, and I will have clean clothes. That I have the means for clean clothes. That I have clothes…

A moment hearing on the radio about another boat full of refugees breaking and sinking in the Mediterranean sea, with over half the passengers children, and offering up a prayer of not-sure-what, because it’s so, SO awful to know people’s lives are still so desperate, and at the same time feeling immeasurably thankful my life is not, and my family and loved ones are safe.

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A moment sliding in between clean sheets with a hot water bottle already at the place where my feet would go, creating a pocket of delicious toasty-warmness, and snuggling right into it, feeling the heat creep slowly along my chill flesh, thawing my knees, then calves, then ankles, and finally toes, before hooking the hot water bottle up to snuggle it as I drifted off to sleep, warm, content, comfortable.

A moment of elation, walking in the darkness, knowing that all the packing had been done, and almost all the things were moved to where they needed to be, and would stay, and being nearly-so-close-but-not-quite-entirely-there of the way to being 100% moved out, and in, and onwards.

A moment in the pre-dawn, having turned off my alarm and looked at my phone, to find the messages I’ve now come to anticipate each morning, from cherished friends – the first voices I hear each morning when I wake up, snuggling back down into the duvet with the phone to my ear, and hearing about how their evenings were, what some of the last thoughts on their mind were, before life and their own nighttime routines took over. Appreciating the chance to send back sleep-befuzzled messages of greeting for their mornings, later, when they awoke and plugged in.

A moment of excitement and frustrating sticky-tape and battling with scissors and baffling cardboard to undo a parcel sent to me by a friend who knows me so well, each item, perfectly chosen for me, and absolutely right, brought a huge grin to my face, and my heart fair overflowed with happiness and delight at being thought of and cared about.

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A moment, or, several moments, or continued moments, when I sit in the peace and quiet and warmth of the family home, and know I am home, and voice thanks, and am met with continued affirmations of being wanted, of it being delightful I’m here, of being loved.

And there, in those small moments, of paying attention and giving thanks, is perhaps the secret to all life.

Your turn – what have you been thankful for this week? Comment or write your own post, but DO join in 🙂

 

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60 thoughts on “Ten Things of Thankful 136 (in small moments) #10Thankful

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  2. I am glad to read your post for the second time; when I read the first time, I was inspired and want to comment, but my computer was not loading fast; so I gave up and wrote a thankful post; thanks for motivating me, today I read your post again and am happy to be connected; loved the pics and the words ” life can only be lived, one moment at a time” so true and agree that those moments lived with awareness makes a huge difference bringing in thoughts of gratitude… thanks for sharing:)

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    • Hi Angela -I’m so glad you were inspired to write your own gratitude post – that’s awesome. I’m glad you felt motivated, and that you like the pic and the words – I thought they were probably the crux of what I was feeling at the time 🙂

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  3. Your descriptions transport me into your world. (And the spelling of “tyres” makes me feel properly English!)
    I’m sorry that a funeral was part of your week. I wish you and your family peace and comfort.

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    • I forgot even THAT was one you guys spell differently heheh. And thanks – I hope you enjoyed a little view into my world.

      The funeral was a good one, I’m told, and the togetherness shared by that family, and the way mine was involved, was good and healing, as I understand it, so that’s a definite thankful 🙂

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  5. We really do have it good, don’t we? Sometimes, we get too caught up in the little bits to see the big picture.
    When you come to ‘Murica, you need to get an electric mattress pad. So many things could go wrong with a hot water bottle in the bed with you!

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    • We do. We have it *really* good. And that’s my lesson for today – to just end the sentence there.

      I’m GOOD at having a hot water bottle. I worry about electricity in bed though lol. In Ireland there was an electric blanket, which was just deliciously warm, but which TERRIFIED me…

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  6. So beautiful, as always my dear friend. I’m honored to have made it on the list and so glad you like your little gifts! Have you re-read your own post today? Based on our conversation… maybe you should 😉 Love you!!!

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  8. The moments you describe are soul-filling and I bet you were even taking time to breathe in and out in the moment. Someone gave me a plaque once that said, “We do not remember days, we remember moments.” I like your thoughts about we always have time because of NOW is the time. Hmmmmmmmm Ahhhhhhhhhhhh (That’s me exhaling audibly).

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  9. Hmm…I’ll take your plate of tomatoes please 😀 Awesome description. A really nice post Lizzi. I will never tire of hearing this sentiment, spoken, written or otherwise expressed:

    “And there, in those small moments, of paying attention and giving thanks, is perhaps the secret to all life.”

    For sure, one of the “secrets of the universe”.

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    • Yes, I think so. I loved that plate of tomatoes on toast. Almost wrote an entire post about it then just lost the thread, and lost the will.

      And thanks. I need to try to remember that – if I have things to be thankful for, it’s worth continuing.

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  12. feeling the chill damp cotton against my fingers and snaking around my wrists
    …the imagery, not the experience. (However, I have had the experience in ‘real’ life), but the words were so well chosen as to feel the grasp on the wrist.
    cool

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  13. Sometimes those small moments are the best way to salvage a terrible day. I remember when the kids were little, and we would have a day full of vomit and poo and crying and fighting and unhappiness, consciously stopping and finding the good things that happened amidst the awful was the only way for me to make it through. Even if it was simply acknowledging that the vomit never landed on me, it was something for which to be grateful and help my mood.
    It’s easy to forget to pay attention to these small moments. I’m glad you are taking note of them.

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    • Yes…I’ve had days like that. And the small, good things are IMPORTANT.

      I’m impatient, I know, but trying very hard to adopt an attitude of thankfulness and ‘present’ness WHILST I’m here, because it’s important to appreciate the now, not wish it away.

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    • Ohmigosh, not MUCH, I don’t think! I was never a big fan of having a hot water bottle (or, a “hottie”, as WonderAunty calls it), and for the life of me I can’t work out why – I’m a total convert! 🙂

      Glad you enjoyed this 🙂

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  14. I must confess that I have not been paying as close attention as you have, at least to the point of being able to pick out such particular moments. Today it was seeing multiple poems posted by our friend, Hasty – such a treat.

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