It’s by no means the first time I’ve noticed or commented on it, but, once again, I am reminded that, wherever you are, there are different ways of looking at things.
There is nothing in the least bit attractive about the local bus station, car park and parade of modern shops. And yet if you turn around, you get this lovely view of daffodils and an inaccessible little door in the old stone wall, which I believe is a remnant of the 14th century town fortifications.
It’s all about perspective – and often that’s a personal choice.
So, in the last post – in vino veritas – I was whining and whingeing on about the neverending nothingness and nonoccurrences of the coronavirus lockdown and bemoaning my own lack of life and liberty (never mind the chance to pursue any happiness).
Then I ended up finding a bright sunrise at the bottom of a wineglass. And that got me thinking…
Continue reading “unseen & unseasonal”
I usually check the weather forecast when I get up in the morning, although I’m really not very sure why, as they inevitably get it wrong. And sometimes the outlook is so very, very bleak that it’s better not to know what’s in store.
This morning, according to the BBC, the day was set to be grey. Not wet; not thick black cloud. Just grey. There was no sign of sunshine or rain or snow. Nothing but monotonous grey.
Continue reading “something to look forward to”
It’s April, but we don’t seem to be enjoying Chaucer’s “shoures soote” – the sweet showers that bring forth spring flowers. Yes, the parks and gardens are bright with blossoms and blooms aplenty, but the weather is as changeable as it has ever been.
I haven’t actually seen snow here this month, but there’s been hail and temperatures below zero, as well as heavy rain, brilliant sunshine, strong winds and days of constant grey sky and mizzle.
Continue reading “snakes and lions”
There’s been a lot written in recent years about the importance of being grateful.
The traditional definition of gratitude is probably focused on the recognition and appreciation for things we receive, or actions that benefit us, particularly when we’ve done nothing to warrant these.
The problem with that idea, though, is that it implies the existence of a benefactor – someone who does something for us, or gives something to us. There are so many things in life to be grateful for and many of them just seem to happen without any external intervention; if you don’t believe in a Higher Power, there’s no one specific to thank. Perhaps the thing to do then, is to convert gratitude into an attitude.
Continue reading “small gratitudes”