It’s the Sweet, Simple Things, After All

A prompt last Friday from Neale Donald Walsch��s ��I Believe God Wants You to Know�� which comes into my IN box daily, reminded me that it��s the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

Vision, by Anagoria

Giving back tasks that I do not profit from in the ways I choose to. (All experiences bring rewards, but honesty is still essential to decide which of several tasks would be most rewarding and beneficial right now.)

Making time to focus on my dreams. Such as, writing more of my next books. Writing in a leisurely, enjoyable way, instead of fitting that enjoyable occupation uncomfortably around a million other things.

Alaska, Aboard the Admiralty Dream

Remembering to go swimming each day of the working week. Instead of obsessing about how tired I am, and how life is such a rush, I just get up and do each thing in order, slowly. A swim fits in easily and enjoyably with everything else I happen to be doing.

Knowing �� really seeing and understanding �� that there is nothing to worry about.

Smiling Dog Face

Discovering that I prefer to drink my barley coffee black, not always with soya milk

Having time to smile back and mean it.

Enjoying��the leisure to phone my sisters, (because I know that someone is helping me with the cleaning).

Having the courage to admit when there is something I would rather not do.

Having the courage to do what I enjoy. I was gifted a massage on Monday, and I adore �� like bliss! �� massage, but before my appointment, I still found myself stalling, prevaricating, eating lunch late and generally faffing about with wiping kitchen surfaces. I mean, I hate doing this stuff, but I was caught by it. Recognising old fear/resistance to change, and letting it go with a great sweep, throwing the towel into the kitchen sink and marching out the door!

Laughing all the time.

Being pleased for everyone��s success, and for the success of every positive enterprise, large and small.