As I was making a cup of coffee for myself and my husband upon our arrival at the ‘office’ (better known as my in-law’s house), I felt a sense of warmth come over me at the simple joy of such a mundane task. Just the simple range of movements involved in the preparation of the coffee was something to savour and enjoy; I do my best to not take my body and its function for granted.

I also am grateful for tiny things in my life, such as ring snuggies (yay having my bands on again!), freshly baked goods wrought by my own hands, and caffeine in is multiple forms. I am grateful to Grooveshark for bringing me new tunes similar to tunes I already like. I am grateful to mint for being minty. I am grateful for all the little pills and poultices that do their best to ensure my sinuses are clear; that one is a losing battle, but I appreciate them nonetheless.

That’s not even really getting into the minutiae – every moment of life offers something to appreciate, if only you choose to look. From shiny objects to the feel of a pen in one’s hand, these are the things that are telling you that you are alive and receiving. And even under pain, you are alive to feel the exquisite agony, and to have hope that that too shall pass. I make myself sound a right hedonist, don’t I? *laughs* But it’s not a desire to seek out things that feel good that drives me – it’s a desire to appreciate that which forms my life, and makes me who I am at the simplest levels. I think that if people, perhaps, took more time to do this, they would appreciate what they had more and, perhaps, be less seeking of constant distraction. Not that there’s anything wrong with wanting to be entertained, of course. 😉

Per usual, I have no idea where I’m going with any of this, other than meandering aimlessly through the own morass of my mind. It’s a pleasant enough place to wallow, provided I don’t fill it with fetid ruminations. No, I think I am glad to not be of the so-called mentally sound sort – I would worry that I would be inclined to rush past all the little spots of color that make up my landscape, blurring it all to brown. And as I can feel my train of thought rapidly drifting off into the distance, I’m going to go concern myself with making another mug of the brown coffee goodness for the husband, ’cause it makes me happy. ^__^

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