I'm not a hundred percent sure this belongs here, but that's the story I'm weaving.
I've been wanting to share the realization of my heightened experiences that I attribute to these months of sitting.
The catalyst for this has been my deciding to sit outside in the cold. Not that I've been cold while doing it. I'm amazed at how warm just a couple of blankets can keep me out on the porch in even twenty degree weather. It started with just wanting the fresh air while I meditated. Then I added in reading outside and "cozy storytime" with my children. I sat outside and watched the recent snowfall.
I realized that I've gained an appreciation for the cold weather that I never really had. I found a way to really enjoy it instead of counting the days until the warmth returns. That's a huge gift.
But it isn't just that. I'm sitting here at the table writing this and the pinging noises from the baseboard heat makes me smile. The whorls of steam coming out of my tea mug is fascinating.
There's many small things that have increased their impact on my gratitude. The rain coming down and making rivulets along the curb or the clouds moving with purpose across the sky. The scent of some combination of must and heat that brings me right back to my uncle's Catskill cabin when I was a child. The symmetry of carefully arranged utensils on the kitchen table.
I could list a whole bunch of relatively boring things, but the point is that I'm finding much more joy in simple things. It takes less to make me smile. It's becoming ok to just observe and experience. I'm so very grateful for these things. I'm grateful for my life.
I still have feelings and it isn't all roses, but to get moments like these at all, is huge.
Thanks
I've been wanting to share the realization of my heightened experiences that I attribute to these months of sitting.
The catalyst for this has been my deciding to sit outside in the cold. Not that I've been cold while doing it. I'm amazed at how warm just a couple of blankets can keep me out on the porch in even twenty degree weather. It started with just wanting the fresh air while I meditated. Then I added in reading outside and "cozy storytime" with my children. I sat outside and watched the recent snowfall.
I realized that I've gained an appreciation for the cold weather that I never really had. I found a way to really enjoy it instead of counting the days until the warmth returns. That's a huge gift.
But it isn't just that. I'm sitting here at the table writing this and the pinging noises from the baseboard heat makes me smile. The whorls of steam coming out of my tea mug is fascinating.
There's many small things that have increased their impact on my gratitude. The rain coming down and making rivulets along the curb or the clouds moving with purpose across the sky. The scent of some combination of must and heat that brings me right back to my uncle's Catskill cabin when I was a child. The symmetry of carefully arranged utensils on the kitchen table.
I could list a whole bunch of relatively boring things, but the point is that I'm finding much more joy in simple things. It takes less to make me smile. It's becoming ok to just observe and experience. I'm so very grateful for these things. I'm grateful for my life.
I still have feelings and it isn't all roses, but to get moments like these at all, is huge.
Thanks
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