Dropping in

Yesterday I spilt some sun oil on my chest of drawers so I was grateful it has a glass top and wasn't damaged. I didn't notice it until the evening when it was gathering dust, and I couldn't be bothered to clean the whole thing so just did that spot...and was very grateful a little later when I couldn't get the top off a jar of face cream, dropping it and spilling a dollop just there in the clean part and it still being useable! Another splodge fell on my clothes, which will be a lot easier to clean than the carpet would have been, so more gratitude there...plus for the fact that I only buy cheap stuff anyhow...

I was grateful for dropping off to sleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow...and then for waking up to do what has to be done before I fall asleep...and then for waking up to do what shouldn't have to be done but is better if you wake up when it needs to be if it does!

This morning I was grateful for remembering 'it hurts too much to move' actually means it hurts too much to want to make it hurt more and, as it was eventually inevitable that I had to, for feeling very tough and strong and brave. Sometimes people ask if I'd like to have help, and well yes, duh, I would...but since it's a hypothetical question rather than an offer best to carry on regardless and be proud!

I'm grateful for gradually limbering up and doing a few odds and ends about the place to keep body and soul together...making snacks and pottering energetically ineffectually with sewing for the body, and watching some programmes about standing stones for the soul... I was grateful there was some trying on to do so I could pretend it wasn't really worth getting properly dressed... Also for a really good meditate, the kind that makes you think 'why do I think?'