As I sit in bed listening to the rain outside my window, I am thinking of things I would like to do. Small things – little things that take moments, but important things to me.
Here is my list.
.. Buy camomile tea bags: the ones made of mesh with real camomile flowers inside.
.. Plant wildflower seeds in the bed outside my kitchen window.
.. Paint the walls in the garden, below the fence, bright white.
.. Put the lounger out and make the most of every drop of sunshine.
.. Frame the small etchings I bought from the artist in Dungerness: the one who sold his creations from a shed carefully displaying each piece. The man with a story to tell, who used the money I gave him to fill up the tank on his motor bike.
.. Walk around some of your favourite streets in London and take photographs of the magnolia in all their glory.
.. Take a walk through a carpet of bluebells in a wood or across a common.
.. Pack away my winter woollies and neatly fold t shirts in their place.
.. Buy raw honey to have in my first drink of the day – hot water with lemon and honey.
I find myself no longer thinking about what living in the moment means.
I am living in the moment.
I am BEing me . . . BEing me, BEing content.
Mindfulness is not rocket science. It is waking each day and listening to the rain outside your window.
I wonder what’s on your list. . . . Lots of little but important things I hope.