How precious did that Grace appear…the hour I first believed.
Whilst i’ve been having an internal debate about where to take this blog next (its currently a grave yard of all my depressing thoughts, which needs to change) i’ve sadly noticed that it’s not all sweetness and light everywhere else either in blogland. Despite summer being around the corner it seems that depression is high on people’s agenda, as is the point of blogging in the first place.
So in the spirit of summer, feeling the sun and enjoying life and in a bid to get you all thinking about what you are thankful for, this is my ‘grace in small things’…
- My first cigarette of the day with a proper cup of espresso coffee, a crisp, freezing cold Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand, or a Millers Gin and Tonic , pink fizz and shots of slippery nipples,
- The Cicle (acoustic) by Ocean Colour Scene, Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones, Pink Moon by Nick Drake, Bright Side of the Road by Van Morrison and anything by the Counting Crows,
- Cooking a Sunday roast, sucking the chocolate off a Crunchie bar (or a Kit Kat), Chocolate milk, Magnum Temptation Ice-creams, Frazzles crisps, Galaxy chocolate, broccoli and stilton soup, and stuffed vine leaves,
- Friday at 3.15pm, Flexi-time, presenting really well, going back to university to do a MSc in September,
- Lilies, daisy chains, rolling fields and dry stone walls, fields of Oil Seed Rape, walking on a wind swept beach in winter,
- The Greek Islands, Scandinavia, The Arts Factory in Byron Bay, the Yorkshire Dales, Arran and Loch Lyon,
- Fits of hysterical laughter, especially when the kitten falls in the toilet,
- Edinburgh’s private gardens in the sunshine, the Botanical Gardens, the Zoo, remembering to appreciate the Castle once in a while and the Festival too,
- Going clubbing, seeing gigs and discovering new musical loves, dancing until dawn,
- Being appreciated for the crazy bitch I am, never being judged and always having a ready smile, and,
- Neal Stephenson, Alisdair Reynolds, Peter F Hamilton, and Dan Simmons amongst others…
But my favourite small thing is…saying “I love you” and really, truly meaning it.
What are your favourite small things?
Kx
The perfect carve turn on a surfboard or kite board.
A dance where every move fits the song and leaves both us and other people smiling like they just witnessed the best sex ever.
Warm morning sun on my back while reading the Sunday paper or a good book.
Waking to a kiss on the back of the neck.
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Laughing till I get a stitch in my side
A kiss on the forehead or nose
Drinking in sunny beer gardens
Pie and mash sitting in a field at Glastonbury
Injokes
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The Sunday morning lie in.
Walking through the fields.
Glass of wine in the evening.
Cuddles with the ratties.
Boursin.
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> What are your favourite small things?
Er… you didn’t really expect a serious answer to that, did you?
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The quiet “clunk” of the shutter on my Leica and waking up beside my girlfriend every morning. Definitely my favourite small things in the world.
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Walking the dog at dawn or dusk.
The smell of kerosene at the airport.
Cooking.
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Ooh some great suggestions there, loving reading the Sunday papers in the sunshine with a good cup of coffee and sitting in the fields at festivals with some yummy food (i dont include t in the park in this one)
Btw cliff expand please!
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The bubble and thrum as your boat hits the groove. The sails are set perfectly, heeling gently, the wind is on the beam and the sun is shining. Perfection!
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