Such gentleness and a wonderful reminder. My partner coming into my *space (we each have our own), to talk about nothing in particular and the intimacy in this experience. How fortunate that I have this person in my life I can connect with. Such a gift so many don't have.
Another lovely post - thank you, Satya. I was out with Mike yesterday, dashing around Cardiff researching and photographing a new book. I think we both had a stand-out moment of calm when we found a bird hide overlooking a small pond. It was just the excuse we needed to stop and sit for a while and just enjoy the glorious surroundings.
Every night I stretch my poor back and I listen to beautiful calm music that somehow allows me to sink into a quiet place of breath and gentle movement.
What loveliness in this post, Satya! Perfect timing, as we just moved to our new home with so much more nature and beauty around us! I feel so incredibly spoiled, surrounded by families of deer, trees I have not yet learned the names of, and quieter evenings with more visible stars. I open the windows just hear the cicadas.
As I'm scampering around trying to put away all our boxes and decide what stays and what will go, you remind me that we do not need so very MUCH. But it's hard for me to part with things we've inherited, knowing they come from family who loved us when they lived and thinking how their hands touched these very items. It's hard to part with memorabilia from when my kids were little. And it's hard for me to sort through my too many clothes, purses and shoes - which I'm less attached to, but have difficulty identifying as a want or a need. Our lifestyle has changed, and I don't think I'll have all the answers immediately.
Love and peace to you as you embark on your own move!
Congrats on your move Katherine! I almost have the opposite problem to you as quite enjoy recycling things/throwing them away - but there are items that I will always cherish... good luck with your sorting through. Have you tried the Marie Kondo spark method? That helps me... and thank you!
Yes indeed - the thing must spark joy to stay here! Or it must be useful and used. Or my husband must demand to keep it. Haha! That said, our donation pile is getting bigger and bigger...
Glancing up after getting out of bed following my pm nap, I notice a red headed, chequerboard shape on the peanut feeder, beyond my bedroom window. He clings on, stock still, not pecking, not investigating. With his binocular vision he can’t see me, so I’m not putting him off his food. Eventually he makes some tentative stabs. I have to leave him to his meal, having taken a quick photo (natch). Send photo to Friend tells me it’s a juvenile greater spotted woodpecker. A nervous diner now not being ‘spoon fed’ by parent? A lovely, still moment or three.
Thank you Satya. I don’t know how you manage always to hit the nail in my head 😉. Lovely soothing and absolutely relatable post! Here in lovely temperate Denmark, I am enjoying the new large bed of wild flowers I established this spring. It has got “out of hand” and has far too many thistles but I know the Goldfinches will love the seeds! It is full of life ….
By the way changing the flowers on my alter is also a procrastination problem for me and I have often pondered why ….
Becoming true me as a path - this is a message for me at this time. I can see it coming my way from all directions. Thank you for your post this morning.
Your description of your office shrine reminded me of my small collection of relics, coins, beads, medallions, most of them antique or aged to look antiquated. I wonder about who designed them, held them, vintage or reproduction pieces.
I'm not really into psychic things, BUT PERHAPS a qualified, competent gifted one could pull mental impressions from these items. Roman coins & Egyptian scarabs would have interesting stories.
Yesterday I went to Casa de America in Madrid to see the work of Alfredo Casteñada. I was alone with the exhibit for an hour. I had chosen my heavy leather boots for my wandering. When I entered the exhibit space I noticed my foot falls on the old hardwood floors were deafening. They made me feel like a rude intruder. This made me move much slower between works and carefully place my feet. It became a walking meditation. The work deserved that.
Thank you Satya, your words resonated so beautifully with some soft, tender parts of me this morning. After a week of being hard on myself I suddenly became aware of how beautiful the morning was with the sun sparkling through the water droplets weighing down the full, pink frothy clouds on the smoke bush in our garden. I even managed to feel a bit of fondness for the multitude of slugs crawling across the lawn. Wishing you well.
Feeling fondness for slugs is an advanced practice : ) so glad you could be gentler with your tender parts. Always makes such a difference to me. Thanks for being here.
Such gentleness and a wonderful reminder. My partner coming into my *space (we each have our own), to talk about nothing in particular and the intimacy in this experience. How fortunate that I have this person in my life I can connect with. Such a gift so many don't have.
Hurray for them. Yes, I feel very lucky to have that too!
Another lovely post - thank you, Satya. I was out with Mike yesterday, dashing around Cardiff researching and photographing a new book. I think we both had a stand-out moment of calm when we found a bird hide overlooking a small pond. It was just the excuse we needed to stop and sit for a while and just enjoy the glorious surroundings.
Ah sounds wonderful. I love how sometimes just what you need drops into your lap!
Reading through the comments here feels like balm for the soul. So much love and compassion.
So glad the balm is reaching you too Louise. Welcome to Going Gently & good to meet you.
Thank you, I'm so pleased I found you here.
Every night I stretch my poor back and I listen to beautiful calm music that somehow allows me to sink into a quiet place of breath and gentle movement.
I enjoyed reading everyone’s comments. The world needs more people like all of you. We’d be the better for it. Love and light 🙏🪷
What loveliness in this post, Satya! Perfect timing, as we just moved to our new home with so much more nature and beauty around us! I feel so incredibly spoiled, surrounded by families of deer, trees I have not yet learned the names of, and quieter evenings with more visible stars. I open the windows just hear the cicadas.
As I'm scampering around trying to put away all our boxes and decide what stays and what will go, you remind me that we do not need so very MUCH. But it's hard for me to part with things we've inherited, knowing they come from family who loved us when they lived and thinking how their hands touched these very items. It's hard to part with memorabilia from when my kids were little. And it's hard for me to sort through my too many clothes, purses and shoes - which I'm less attached to, but have difficulty identifying as a want or a need. Our lifestyle has changed, and I don't think I'll have all the answers immediately.
Love and peace to you as you embark on your own move!
Congrats on your move Katherine! I almost have the opposite problem to you as quite enjoy recycling things/throwing them away - but there are items that I will always cherish... good luck with your sorting through. Have you tried the Marie Kondo spark method? That helps me... and thank you!
Yes indeed - the thing must spark joy to stay here! Or it must be useful and used. Or my husband must demand to keep it. Haha! That said, our donation pile is getting bigger and bigger...
Glancing up after getting out of bed following my pm nap, I notice a red headed, chequerboard shape on the peanut feeder, beyond my bedroom window. He clings on, stock still, not pecking, not investigating. With his binocular vision he can’t see me, so I’m not putting him off his food. Eventually he makes some tentative stabs. I have to leave him to his meal, having taken a quick photo (natch). Send photo to Friend tells me it’s a juvenile greater spotted woodpecker. A nervous diner now not being ‘spoon fed’ by parent? A lovely, still moment or three.
SUCH beautiful birds!
Thank you Satya. I don’t know how you manage always to hit the nail in my head 😉. Lovely soothing and absolutely relatable post! Here in lovely temperate Denmark, I am enjoying the new large bed of wild flowers I established this spring. It has got “out of hand” and has far too many thistles but I know the Goldfinches will love the seeds! It is full of life ….
By the way changing the flowers on my alter is also a procrastination problem for me and I have often pondered why ….
❤️🌺🎶
Glad to have inadvertently hit the nail! Your bed sounds beautiful and with some gorgeous goldfinches sprinkled in...
Picking sweet peas and taking them north to my mum.
Sending lots of hope as you wait to hear about your house xx
Ah, LOVE sweet peas. Thank you!!
Yesterday I ate strawberries and cream with my friends. It was delightful. Thank you Satya for reminding me to take notice of small things.
Oh yum - I need to do that : ) maybe a PYO I haven't done that for so long... lovely to hear from you Emma, sending love from here x
Becoming true me as a path - this is a message for me at this time. I can see it coming my way from all directions. Thank you for your post this morning.
🙏🏻 thanks for being here Martyna
Your description of your office shrine reminded me of my small collection of relics, coins, beads, medallions, most of them antique or aged to look antiquated. I wonder about who designed them, held them, vintage or reproduction pieces.
Sounds like a kind of shrine to me : ) what stories I bet they hold...
I'm not really into psychic things, BUT PERHAPS a qualified, competent gifted one could pull mental impressions from these items. Roman coins & Egyptian scarabs would have interesting stories.
Yesterday I went to Casa de America in Madrid to see the work of Alfredo Casteñada. I was alone with the exhibit for an hour. I had chosen my heavy leather boots for my wandering. When I entered the exhibit space I noticed my foot falls on the old hardwood floors were deafening. They made me feel like a rude intruder. This made me move much slower between works and carefully place my feet. It became a walking meditation. The work deserved that.
How wonderful! Your boots, Casteñada, a duet...
Thank you Satya, your words resonated so beautifully with some soft, tender parts of me this morning. After a week of being hard on myself I suddenly became aware of how beautiful the morning was with the sun sparkling through the water droplets weighing down the full, pink frothy clouds on the smoke bush in our garden. I even managed to feel a bit of fondness for the multitude of slugs crawling across the lawn. Wishing you well.
Feeling fondness for slugs is an advanced practice : ) so glad you could be gentler with your tender parts. Always makes such a difference to me. Thanks for being here.