In an earlier post, I mentioned that I enjoy life despite pain.
But perhaps that gives people the impression that I run marathons, paint the town red and shop till I drop every weekend.
The reality is nothing like that. It quite simply means I enjoy life. I enjoy living. I enjoy waking up every morning. I don’t enjoy waking up with pain every morning, but I do enjoy waking up! There are always things which make me smile. Small things. Simple things. But, these are the things which help me enjoy life, despite my pain.
A simple thing like seeing the daylight sneak in through the chink in the bedroom curtains to tell me it’s morning makes me smile. Then to get me going, I often listen to this song from The Koi Boys. It kickstarts my day. It’s loud, it’s fun, it’s catchy…it helps to get me moving. Or hobbling. It’s really more of a hobble than a move!
Something else I enjoy – listening to garden birds. We have so many here, thrushes, finches, tits, sparrows, swallows and house martins. I especially love to hear the chattering of the house martins after they arrive from Africa every summer. They amaze me. I can hardly travel to the local supermarket without using a satnav, yet those tiny birds can travel thousands of miles by instinct, or by some other incredible power.
I’m also a closet cloud watcher. I love clouds – wispy, fluffy, fair-weather, dark and angry, white, pink, purple or peach. I love them all, but especially love them when the sun is just peaking through the middle, or giving them a golden outline.
I live in a valley, surrounded by hills. In an ideal world, I’d have the health to be able to climb those hills. But it’s not an ideal world and I don’t have the health to be able to do that. But that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the views. Every day I look at those hills and see something new. It could be the shapes, the shadows or the colours. There must be a thousand shades of green, yellow, brown and red.
I look out of my kitchen window and see the changes in the trees – from their bare branches in the winter to the new buds appearing in spring. I watch as the new growth appears, then enjoy the view as the branches grow heavy with bright green healthy leaves. It’s a gorgeous site when the berries grow and ripen, and the garden birds feed on them to fatten themselves for winter. When Autumn comes and the green leaves gradually dry up, turn to rusty shades, and fall to the ground, leaving the trees bare again, it doesn’t sadden me. It signals everything is resting and nurturing itself, getting ready to begin the cycle again.
I watch for the heather as it starts to bloom on the hills, and look out for the meadowsweet, clover and foxgloves appearing. Snowdrops amaze me, they are the tiniest, most delicate flower, yet they find their way through the hard ground every winter. I could spend hours watching long grass blowing on a windy day. It’s mesmerising. It can really be quite hypnotic as it swishes back and forth in the wind, undulating like waves on an ocean. I have to add that I watch that from behind glass, from the comfort and warmth of my living room!
Hmm…and that brings me to the home comforts. Heat. Central heating at the flick of a switch. A log fire which crackles and glows, thanks to my husband’s efforts. And food. I can’t forget food. Homemade lentil soup, slow cooked stews, cauliflower cheese, rice pudding…all simple, tasty, comfort foods. There can be nothing nicer that the smell of home cooked food wafting through the house. One of my favourites is the smell of spiced fruit bread after it’s been toasted. It tastes delicious, but the smell lingers. The spiciness of the cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg hang around in the air. It leaves an impression – a warm welcome to my kitchen. It also leaves me wanting more, which is maybe not such a good thing!
I find enjoyment in so many things – lying in bed with a book or being curled on the couch watching a rom com. I keep my brain working by watching back to back episodes of quiz shows or playing Scrabble online with friends. I write, or occasionally, if my pain and energy levels allow, I paint or craft.
I enjoy the simple things in life. But simple things matter.
They might seem like such small things, but in actual fact, the small things are big things to me.
Perhaps people don’t notice some of these things. Perhaps they’re too busy with their lives to notice. Perhaps it’s because I live with pain – perhaps the pain makes me slow down and notice what’s around me. I don’t know if that’s the case or not, I only know that I notice and I am glad that I notice.
I hope this explains what I mean when I say I enjoy life, despite pain.
I’d love to hear what you think. Do you think that the small things in life are actually the big things?