Last night I had a bath and slept in my own bed. It was wonderful. The bath water was hot and scented with my favourite rose bubbles. I sank in there (OK foot hanging over the side, sorry to spoil the languorous image) and soaked with a trashy novel. I washed body and hair and felt clean all over. Felt like Me again.
I hopped into bed between crisp clean sheets. Rested my head on soft pillows, pulled up the fluffy duvet and snuggled with my beloved old patchwork quilt.
I felt every moment of these two simple pleasures because I had been deprived of them for just a few days. I had started to long for my bed and comfort and to be fresh and clean again. Being trapped on an uncomfortable sofa and having to sleep there really makes your bed seem like a big deal.
We take so much for granted don’t we? We move through our days in a blur of doing stuff and being, we don’t actually think about the basics of what we have. We are always too busy heading for the next thing to even notice the now.
I know when folks speak of gratitude they normally mean the big things; the love of a daughter, a partner, health, maybe wealth, position in life, place and possessions. Yes these are wonderful and incredibly important, they are the great big building blocks that make up the wall of life. But there is cement holding those big blocks together, the little dusty detritus of happenings that make up the day to day living. You wouldn’t have those big bold pieces without these little particles of magic dust.
This sofa entrapment has slowed me down and made me think about things in different ways lately.
Little things mean so much more. That bunch of bright yellow daffodils that makes me smile every time I look up from the laptop. They aren’t just flowers, they are a symbol of generosity and love that Sue showed when she kindly brought them for me last week.
The bath water I wouldn’t even think about before becomes something to marvel at and give thanks for. To have comfort and safety and be able to take it for granted. We should sink into bed at night with a sigh of pure contentment and joy that we can actually do that simple thing. Do we?
If you are sipping on your morning coffee just now, stop. What does it really taste like? Just take a wee moment to think about what is happening right now around you. What is the boring old day to day magic dust of your day?
What magic dust are you grateful for today?
PS The blog is going to have a bit of a face-lift next week, a tidy up and a decluttering session. I’ve been wanting to sort things out in my little patch of cyberspace for ages and now I think I know where I want to put my furniture and what colour to paint the walls. If I can’t do things in the real world just now at least I can redecorate my virtual one.