Fresh bread, butterflies, the chirping of the birds every morning, that smell the spring air has
- Breathing. There is so much to find in this breath. And the next.
And especially in the gap. - Swimming
- Diving
- Napping
- Eating and nice food
- Charlie cat boss (no other cats allowed, mafia rules)
- Sunshine
- Sauna heat
- Humor
Not priority listed
Thanks for this question
When your kid is so genuinely happy (first time in the cinema yesterday, minions movie):
Sorry for bad quality foto, it was made with a walkman
Ending the workday by getting the hot, cumbersome steel toe boots off my feet and slippin’ on my Vans before the drive home. Sweet relief!
I just had a nice chat with an older guy (who could’ve been my grandpa) on the train.
Months ago this would have been terrible for me, not the chat itself, but the stares of the people around (the German stare lol).
It was really interesting, he told me that he immigrated here and what he studied, and some political stuff that doesn’t belong here.
This kinda made my day A nice encounter.
Getting into tea has really been a nice part to sobriety! There’s a tea for every occasion. Mine might have gotten a little out of control. I’m an addict
Clocking out from work on your last shift before a vacation.
- When the apartment is clean again after a messy week
- The smell of the butcher shop I visited today
- fresh cooked food
- fresh laundry
cool air in the morning…when my younger son says good night in such a kind way…when my older son gets really silly… clean hair…when I lay down at night and feel accomplished from the day.
- Knowing my son is coming over to visit today.
- Staying in bed all day watching movies in peace
- Waking up this morning without a hangover.
- Freedom do whatever I feel like doing.
Each post one of us has poured forth from within, becoming peered upon by me in passion and with love, the spark of the divine we are all similarly endowed with, the… This. Whatever allows for the feeling of feelings being felt, the capacity to defy the known and grasp in hope or desperation an unknown later at the expense of a known and feared withdrawal cycle now. Surf upon the absurdity of it all, delight in you being born as the animal which may feel pain and allow for suffering, to each misery dwarfed by love, gratefulness for love, and ability to feel and make felt all things which cast a warm glow casting but a shadow of the former, a shapeless form now… as each sour is replaced by sweetness in taste, so too is the dark to be illuminated by the flickering of flame as goodness is embraced and blissful beauty overtakes any chance for sadness to force itself upon you, shattering like glass against our choosing of thoughts rather than a mere allowance to appear absent willed conjuring, a mind is as this pc… each runs uniquely in process, capacity, and outcome. Pilot your meat skeleton with mindfulness in acting and even more so in effect, aligning both with virtue always, to avoid shame is to birth pride and to abandon guilt is to presently reside, each now becomes a then and dies in all but memory. Each day is a tomorrow until it arrives. A past is a stoney sea of lessons and a future is a perceived outcome felt, before it is so, you make it so. Glimmers are everywhere. I see each of you sparkle