gratitude #8/10

I am grateful for my body today.

So, I started a dance class a couple of weeks ago and I am pretty crap at it. Now my brain is a perfectionist – If I’m not immediately good at something I pack up and go home, but my body is a completely different beast – it just loves to move, it loves to try and fail and try again and practice the moves while washing up, watering the garden, carrying a shopping basket up and down the aisles at Aldi… Wherever, whenever, my body loves to MOVE. And eventually this joy is contagious and I find myself laughing with total joy and abandon as I flail about enthusiastically in class, and even more when I realise that I am moving in the opposite direction as everyone else. Hahaha!

What is not to love and appreciate about this marvellous joy machine that I have been blessed with?

gratitude #1/10

This morning, on this first day of gratitude, I am grateful for my breath.
In and out and up she rises.
And falls.
For a moment loving and nourishing me alone
and then leaving,
just for a moment
before returning replenished.
My breath, connecting me to all things.
My breath connects me to the earth and the rich warm smell of the earth, to rain and to the possibility of rain, to my neighbour’s bonfire, and to the other neighbours’ dogs. To little birds, to people everywhere, to the mighty old trees crowding the sky down by the river.
In and out, here now and gone again and here, now and now and now,
my breath, your breath,
here now.

ten things to remind me i am wealthy even when i don’t feel it

  1. running out of tea bags and choosing from three varieties of loose leaf
  2. cleaning my false tooth
  3. driving the little old car – that i fully own – to work. Or walking. Or catching the bus
  4. paying rates
  5. having plenty to throw out on pick up day
  6. having time to drink a cup of tea every morning
  7. having to move stuff aside to find something in the fridge
  8. having a garden full of flowers in a neighbourhood full of flowers
  9. being asked to grab something from the tallest shelf
  10. walking around my neighbourhood even on dark evenings

little update

so i’ve been very busy at work with start of new Semester. Saturdays and a few evenings teaching. All the new students to learn the intricacies of information retrieval, evaluation and use..exciting and exhausting.

And my own studies woefully behind but caught up in a binge this weekend!

Still have the 90 minute each way commute too but – ‘oh sweet, you can study on the train!’ isn’t quite cutting it, I miss writing a little poem, so absorbing to express a poignant moment in very few syllables like a little meditation every morning. sigh,

and now my daughter’s cat is staying while my daughter is between houses, a lovely lovely cat, it’s not his personality that sets my nose and eyes running and he does love a little cuddle, poor boy, poor me too!

And the rescue dog wees in the hall if we leave her in at night and barks at the possums when we lock her out so other daughters are tramping down the hall at midnight to take her out on the grass across the creaky boards,

and i got a job interview 2 weeks ago that they postponed it and I have not heard when the interview might now take place and am feeling a bit up and down and flat about it now when I was just so excited before.

and everyone but me is sick with a cold and they have been home in bed while i am at work and even though i love my job i can’t help feeling a little jealous, well, i am only human after all. I used to believe that thinking like that could give me cancer, but i’ve changed my mind, unless i get cancer in which case i may have to sue my brain.

and now i have to go make dinner because everyone else is sick but i am going to fill the dinner with lots of vegetables as I am pretty much the only one who eats them,not just tosses them around the plate into little piles which is probably the REAL reason i hardly ever get sick. That will teach them!

but, at least i feel a whole lot better about everything now for writing this little bit of nonsense and getting it off my chest 🙂

 

 

 

Devastation

Driving up past Karalee and seeing the big bulldozers pushing down acres and acres of enormous gums.

Getting told by Ipswich City Council that it was ‘out of their hands.’ But I could be grateful that they had ‘insisted that a suitable person be employed to relocate any koalas.’ (What of the other animals? And where the hell would the koalas go?).

Turning up to habitat group that weekend with twenty other volunteers to tend to a piece of land a fraction of the size lost that after years of work was starting to look good and comparing it with what had been destroyed in one week.

Seeing miles of ticky tacky houses being built bang on top of each other on the bare naked earth. Hot boxes for the poor, miles from schools, transport and jobs.

Thinking about it all these years later.

via Daily Prompt: Devastation