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it’s the little things


December, as each year ends, and January, as another year starts, bring out a lot of talk about goals and plans, and hopes, dreams, and aspirations, for hearth and home, for work, for family life, for spirit, for health, for, well, everything. This has started me thinking, not about major life changing goals, although that would probably be a good idea, too, but about simpler things.

Such as….

I want to pay more attention to the pleasant small things in my life. I tend to rush around or run on autopilot a lot. I run through chores while dwelling on the next thing I need to do or maybe thinking of some larger issue. That’s a good thing sometimes; I need to work that way through some of my morning routine, to get a lot done at home before leaving for work; I’d rather it go quickly as opposed to having to wake up earlier (I rise at 6am as it is). And it helps make morning chores more palatable, at least for me. I know there’s honor in honest work, really, I do, but that doesn’t mean I want to dwell over cleaning out cat bowls and litter pans, or even brushing teeth.

But I don’t need to ignore things around me all the time. I know I don’t really do that — who can? — but sometimes it feels that way.

So here’s to some of the glossed over pleasures…things that I want to notice and then stop a moment to savor…

    The aroma of a freshly opened package of tea
    The first sip from a steaming mug of tea
    Juliet’s soft purr and her sweet furry belly
    Channel surfing on the radio and catching an old favorite
    Figuring out the catch/theme in the crossword puzzle
    The delightful taste of a bit of dark chocolate
    The satisfaction of a good hair day
    The warmth of the sun on my hands
    The ahhh of reading a good book
    The beauty of a particularly clear night with a low moon
    The song and the excitement of birds piping in the bushes just outside my window
    Breezes in the spring and summer

And one more thing: noticing the myriad of other wonderful bits of life I haven’t listed.

What are the sweet little things in your life? There’s likely more than you realize.

best of 2009: devoted reading

I’m trying something new for me this month, a web community challenge: Gwen Bell’s The Best of 2009 Blog Challenge. Find the best the year has offered me, and review, remember, contemplate, reflect, and celebrate it. There’s a question/topic each day.

Ever since I saw the list and started just thinking about trying this challenge. I’ve been wondering what to say for today’s question:December 4 – Book. Gwen fleshes this one out by asking: “What book – fiction or non – touched you? Where were you when you read it? Have you bought and given away multiple copies?

I read for pleasure, to relax, not specifically for inspiration or insight. Even the occasional non-fiction book I read is for fun (math can be fun, people). That doesn’t mean I don’t connect with my reading material, but it’s not my goal. So what this boils down to is that I’ve picked a book I think is great, but that’s not because it moved me on some deep level. It’s because it was a pleasure to read and I was sorry when I finished it.

I’m a big fan of the TV series Dexter, about a serial serial-killer killer. At some point, a year or two ago, I learned that the show is based on novels by Jeff Lindsay. This spring I read the first three books of the series: Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Dearly Devoted Dexter, and Dexter in the Dark . The middle book is my best of 2009.

The first book is very good and was exciting to read. I like the book on its own and also enjoyed comparing it to the show. But the second book was a thrill to read. It’s very dark and very disturbing, which is not what I usually like, but it’s so well done, I didn’t care. I don’t think I was inspired or enlightened by this book (if I was, I need help :-), but It isn’t just mind candy, read and forgotten immediately. It stuck with me a while, as a good book should.

You know….just writing this post makes me think about reading it again.