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I am content
Hello Friends
I was going to call this post it's better than bling and keep you guessing because today I'm thinking about value. So, maybe a good affirmation for today could be, I am content but another great one could be, I value myself or to shorten, I value me.
I'm glad a did the self hypnosis cd a few years ago about overcoming emotlonal spending as its around every corner. Browsing whether it is facebook, instagram or shops grabs you by the short and curlies and is almost inescapable for the middle aged woman who is constantly seeking something outside of her, rather than focusing on the inner world (it happens to me!)
Can you have too many words written on a curtain, or too much glitter glued onto a picture? Can we have just too many photos on instagram, or share too much of our private world on facebook? Are we obsessesed with making something more than it is. Do we constantly want to see a distorted image of what could be, rather than what it is?
Parking was a problem today in my small market town and if I'd had a little more time I would've walked the mile and a half to town as it's been a lovely day and still is! No doubt that would have been good for me but we've all become a little car dependent and I am guilty of that too. Time rules this world of clicks and ticks!
It has been a great day though because I had a lovely coffee with my girlfriend, who also gave me a rake for my leaves and some fabulous homegrown leeks for my dinner. I'm always pleased to cook home grown vegetables because just the smell of them takes me back to my childhood, and our vegetable garden because my father was a fabulous gardener. I remember watching him making the holes for the leeks and dropping in the seeds and filling the holes with the watering can. He made the holes with the end of the hoe, or at least I think that's how he did it because memory also gets a little distorted over time. I do remember the raspberrry jam though and the homemade crusty bread plus the leeks. The autumn trees remind me of that feeling of waiting for something that's really coming. Something that resembles real treasure. Raspberry jam on crusty bread or a Sunday roast.
I'm proud of the fact that I've resisted the bling because although I love a bit of sparkle, when it leaves the shop and gets into your home, it seldom has the same appeal. Short lived is just that, short lived whereas real things such as family, friends, trees and vegetables seem to live on in your mind forever. Long gone is the shallow, yet we are all wallowing in mud of our own making as we leave our proper connections behind to enter a whole of photoshopped poses', glittery phrases and sparkly skies.
What happened to 'A fly Went By' or 'Summer' where the pages of the book were looked at so often they became the promise of things to come. Sadly it's been replaced by unicorns, goo and children's furniture. What can you now give a child? Maybe the best thing you can give them is a huge chunk of bread, a home grown carrot and a pair of welly boots, plus the chance for them to see mud caked on their hands knowing that it is only the real, that lives on!
I was going to call this post it's better than bling and keep you guessing because today I'm thinking about value. So, maybe a good affirmation for today could be, I am content but another great one could be, I value myself or to shorten, I value me.
I'm glad a did the self hypnosis cd a few years ago about overcoming emotlonal spending as its around every corner. Browsing whether it is facebook, instagram or shops grabs you by the short and curlies and is almost inescapable for the middle aged woman who is constantly seeking something outside of her, rather than focusing on the inner world (it happens to me!)
Can you have too many words written on a curtain, or too much glitter glued onto a picture? Can we have just too many photos on instagram, or share too much of our private world on facebook? Are we obsessesed with making something more than it is. Do we constantly want to see a distorted image of what could be, rather than what it is?
Parking was a problem today in my small market town and if I'd had a little more time I would've walked the mile and a half to town as it's been a lovely day and still is! No doubt that would have been good for me but we've all become a little car dependent and I am guilty of that too. Time rules this world of clicks and ticks!
It has been a great day though because I had a lovely coffee with my girlfriend, who also gave me a rake for my leaves and some fabulous homegrown leeks for my dinner. I'm always pleased to cook home grown vegetables because just the smell of them takes me back to my childhood, and our vegetable garden because my father was a fabulous gardener. I remember watching him making the holes for the leeks and dropping in the seeds and filling the holes with the watering can. He made the holes with the end of the hoe, or at least I think that's how he did it because memory also gets a little distorted over time. I do remember the raspberrry jam though and the homemade crusty bread plus the leeks. The autumn trees remind me of that feeling of waiting for something that's really coming. Something that resembles real treasure. Raspberry jam on crusty bread or a Sunday roast.
I'm proud of the fact that I've resisted the bling because although I love a bit of sparkle, when it leaves the shop and gets into your home, it seldom has the same appeal. Short lived is just that, short lived whereas real things such as family, friends, trees and vegetables seem to live on in your mind forever. Long gone is the shallow, yet we are all wallowing in mud of our own making as we leave our proper connections behind to enter a whole of photoshopped poses', glittery phrases and sparkly skies.
What happened to 'A fly Went By' or 'Summer' where the pages of the book were looked at so often they became the promise of things to come. Sadly it's been replaced by unicorns, goo and children's furniture. What can you now give a child? Maybe the best thing you can give them is a huge chunk of bread, a home grown carrot and a pair of welly boots, plus the chance for them to see mud caked on their hands knowing that it is only the real, that lives on!
