SUNSHINE, LOLLYPOPS, RAINBOWS

Yesterday the sun did not come out at all.  My world was bathed in grey.  But despite it, I got out of bed, dressed, ate, lived.

After being on this earth for a few years, I have learned a few tools.  I know, or should know what to do.  There is no point in complaining about the weather, pouting, procrastinating and being difficult to those around me.  My brain knows that and I say that to myself frequently through the day.  Do the right thing.  Don’t revert to your bad habits.  Just put one foot in front of the other and MOVE!

Even if it is cloudy outside, I always feel a relief when I step outdoors.  My body heaves this big sigh and I can breathe and relax again.  So off to the dog park Sheba and I go in the afternoon.  I feel the physical discomfort of those oppressing clouds.  And we are stopped on the way by a train passing.  And so there we are, waiting….It has many cars.   So we wait and I am conscious of my physical yukkiness.  But that is just what it was…some kind of yuk, nausea, ugh!  But I do not die.  I watch and count the cars as the train speeds along.  I am distracted out of my discomfort.

Distraction is the biggest tool I have learned in these last few days.  I am a slow learner, but better late than never.  Maybe I have always been in too much of a hurry before, busy collecting information and things… . too busy collecting and never making use.  Have you been there?

I am feeling as if I have just been waken up from a deep slumber.  I feel like Sleeping Beauty, being kissed by her Prince, only I have been kissed by LIFE.  I am awed by life.  Now I see even when the skies are grey, there are the colours of the rainbow all around me…in what we wear,

in what we eat,

in the things we surround ourselves with.

Today I am surrounded by sunlight in my room.  I am soaking it up and storing the memory of its warmth and glow for those not so sunny days.  But having been conscious of our own powers of making sunshine, I will always know how to walk in sunshine.

 

TIS THE SEASON

Can you believe it?  Christmas is only a month away!  And can you believe that I have been lost for words for the last while.  How can that be?  Where have they gone?

Well, no matter.  Some of them have returned.  I’m back, sitting in the brightness and warmth of my sun room.  I am tap, tapping at my keyboard again…feeling and human once more.  I suppose by now you might have deduced that I crave sunlight, brightness and open space.  It is no secret that grey, cloudy days do me in.  Sometimes the greyness creeps inside my heart and mind and renders me . . . I don’t know what.  I just know that I feel BAD.

But life goes on.  I still breathe, eat, drink and have all the bodily functions that goes with living.  I still work and they still pay me.  I still have obligations to fulfill even though I have this CONDITION…Seasonal Affective Disorder.  I also has this disorder that I HAVE  to understand people’s behavior, why do they do what they do.  Why? Why? Why?  That has caused me and those around me, I’m sure,  great angst.  But in this case, that trait has been invaluable.

Over the years, I have read a great deal about SAD and depression.  I am tenacious in my quest for bliss.  I am like a dog with a dog.  I don’t let go.  It is one thing to read and learn, but it is another to apply the knowledge.  It has taken me many years to stop thirsting over new information and to actually do the work.  Knowledge is useless without action.

I have stopped running away from my winter blues.  I am embracing it as it IS  a part of me.  It has taught me that the act and aromas of baking lifts me up.  I have perfected baking bread and cinnamon buns.  I am looking for another baking challenge to lift me on my grey days.  Any suggestions?

I am staying with myself on those grey, grey days.  I am taking time to care for myself.  I am discovering that I like cooking and that I am not a bad cook.  I am enjoying the process of preparing, chopping, stirring…..You know what?  Roots make very good winter fare, as well as squashes and pumpkins.  They are so warm and comforting and their deep colours can boost your serotonin to the sky.  Look at the richness of this butternut squash!

So you can see that my words are rushing back to me, eager and excited.  The sun is also out.  The words help me to capture what works on those days when I feel grey and frozen.  It’s okay to get a little extra help on those days to thaw out.  And just because you are frozen doesn’t mean you can’t party.  Sometimes it is exactly what the doctor would order.