The Beat Goes On

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I surely miss wakening up to those early sundrenched mornings of past summers. I have taken so many things for granted – that they will always be here. Now comes the hard lesson. It isn’t so and they’ve never been. I’m realizing the value and the pleasure of those simple/ not so simple ordinary/not so ordinary things. So far this summer I’m still waking up in darkness in July and slipping into my warm fuzzy housecoat. What I now know is, nothing is for sure.

Let me not cry my blues and whine about the weather like I usually do. I want and am leaning towards it. Let me see if I can change my thoughts and words. It’s another day and the beat goes on. It is what it is. I have to join the band. How I play in it is my choice, but at least I’m participating, being actively involved. I’m doing the best I can. It’s all I can ask of myself.

I’ve always found words magical and healing. I inhale and exhale words and thoughts. They’re oxygen and medicine for my heart and soul. They soothe and smooth me. They can help me find the way out of the deep dark woods of my thoughts. It’s a good reason for me to show up here daily. It’s a good mental health practice, similar to brushing our teeth. Both benefit our physical and mental well being.

Today is the second day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Having broke the ice yesterday, it isn’t quite as difficult coming to my keyboard. The effort yesterday gave me a little extra gas for catching up on daisy yellow index-card-a-day challenge. I was stuck at day 27 and had no desire to go on. I was able to push myself to do a few more cards – day 28 – 30. I’m almost caught up. Halfway through the index card challenge.

SEIZE THE DAY

It is day 2 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I better seize the momentum of this newness to get going. I was going to reward myself after writing this post, but I failed the delayed gratification test. I already had my bowl of frozen maple walnut yogurt. It’s hot and I’m sweaty from freezing peas, doing the lunch dishes and watering part of the garden with the grey water. It’s a bit of a chore but well worth my effort. I didn’t realize how much grey water we let go down the drain until I started collecting it. I collect mostly just from washing lunch dishes. It can get labour intensive. I don’t have enough energy and stamina to do more. I have to be prudent with my resources.

Morning seem to be my most energetic self this summer. I try not to squander it away by being slothful and grumpy. I got myself off to an early start by booking an 8 am swim. Life is easier with commitments. Without, I am lost and adrift in the sea of freedom. Today I am rewarded with the pool all to myself. My grumpiness and frown are smoothed away in the water of the pool. There’s no worry of being too slow and having my toes grabbed from behind. I luxuriated in the peace and aloneness of just me and the life guard.

I love these mornings when I can get off to a good start. I can have them every day. It’s really up to me to make it happen. I had time to reflect on how as I swam up and down the lengths of the pool. I can choose to do the things I love, think the thoughts that build me up, spend time with positive people and those who are truly friends. I do have choices and control of many things that affect my well being. Now that I am more cognizant I can do better. I know I am not as grumpy as I used to be. I must be heading in the right direction.

The time after my morning swim is also perfect for heading to our community garden to weed, harvest and water. I am cooled and relaxed, ready to withstand the summer heat. And mornings are generally a bit cooler. It is wonderful to see all the greens of our efforts in the bright summer sun. It is not work but therapy for a gardener’s soul. Since it is a community garden I am happy and honoured to help another gardener water her plot. To be of service to another also adds to my well being. In return she has given me seedlings and apple sauce. Relationships is about reciprocity. Here are some of our happy plots.