It’s been a while since I posted, I have been busy doing mundane tasks. This morning I promised myself to stop long enough to smell the roses and it worked. I stopped long enough to read and be a part of this beautiful morning ritual with a group of people unknown to each other and fell in love again with those small, but simply amazing, moments. Thanks for bringing me back, Stuart.
Friends and I enjoyed sun, sand, and surf with other beachgoers on a recent Saturday. Sitting slathered in sticky sunscreen beneath our umbrellas, we pointlessly brushed sand from our legs as we discussed evening plans. The seagulls overhead laughed louder than the swimmers splashing in nearby waves while those of us on the beach napped, read, or simply watched people. My friends discussed how relaxing it was and how nice it would be to sleep late the next morning.
Sleep late? I mentioned to them that we only get so many sunrises in a lifetime. Shouldn’t we get up to look at a few?
They stared blankly for a second then shook their heads in unison. No.
In the wee hours of the next morning, alone in the dark, I started the short walk from house to beach guided only by dim lights above the boardwalk. It was eerily quiet at…
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I don’t know about you, but for me a scent can send me spinning off into the dark caverns of memory, touching old thoughts, transporting me into hitherto forgotten scenes or awakening old emotions.
Sourdough bread, for example, that warm, wild and yeasty scent evoking memories of security; an incense bringing into sharp relief the memories of laughter and a precious friend’s welcome home from a trip to Nepal; a rose reminding me of a special time and place of joy or lavender, the rare times I spent with my grandmother on the other side of the country.
While working towards my decluttering challenge I picked up a book, long unopened, fanned through its pages breathing in the mustiness and was transported back years before the speed of the internet, email and mobile phones made us all a part of a new world and easily accessible. Private time readings as a child, teenager and young adult was salve to my soul. Many hours were spent in other worlds with a variety of characters, all while curled up on my bed with a late winter sun pouring through the window.
I decided against moving on those books just yet. With autumn arrived I still have things to do in the garden, but those books …. well I am going to reread them all again before handing them over to the local charity store so that others can share the same stories. I am going to have an amazing winter without TV, with the computer and phone turned off, and just dive into those worlds again with the cat curled up and a hot chocolate by my side. I can smell it now.
Hoarder and messy, that’s me. I love to collect things – books, bowls, timber boxes, rocks and shells. Just to mention a few. I am not sure why I do, perhaps when looking at or handling it I find myself in another world. New worlds are easy to fall into through literary channels. But think about rocks and shells; a sea fossil found in the Australian outback thousands of miles from the ocean. It’s fascinating stuff and it takes my breath away considering how they got there, what it must have been like when there was a huge inland sea instead of red sand dunes and spinifex. But all that is about to change. All my precious, and not so precious, treasures are going under scrutiny. I want to simplify my life and removing the work in storing, dusting and cleaning these things or moving them to get to something else is going to reduce some stress. I want to become a minimalist. Not overnight of course (can such an event occur!). Just little by little, until I find that balance where I can enjoy more time ‘being’ instead of ‘doing’ as one blogger recently wrote of. This year, to begin with, I am testing myself with a 365 declutter challenge – one thing goes – every day. For those of you who have no appreciation of a hoarder’s nature I do not expect you to understand. 365 may not seem like much, but the time involved in going over each item, reflection of special times, places and people, being transported all over again is not a small challenge. Imagine. 365 journeys in one year.
Today I happened to be stewing on the name of my page so it’s funny that today’s assignment is exactly that. I was wondering if I chose something that is right for me and what I want to do. I came to the conclusion it is. Perhaps it’s a little long, maybe not. But it states exactly what I want – I want to recognise in each small (and big) thing something that is special, that sets it apart from everything else. I want to be amazed. I want to be amazed in my garden and in my kitchen, in my photographs, in coffee with the girls. I want to be amazed everywhere and all the time. Whether you choose to follow me and see amazing things or bring my attention to your amazing things is totally up to you, but I hope you come aboard for this journey of mine. I’d like to share.
**Today I am simply amazed I have managed two blog posts 😉
Hi, I’m Deborah. Why blog? I ask you, why not? When deciding whether to journal or blog my decision was based partly on practicality – I type faster than write – and partly because I know there are other people out there interested in similar things as I. I’ve been reading their blogs for a few years, gardening, travel near to home and far beyond the horizon, sustainability, photography and enjoying a good feed. I’ve learnt a lot from them. I’ve laughed a hell of a lot too and even cried occasionally. It’s given me a simple joy to read them and perhaps someone else may get the same from mine. I thank all those who have gone before, now it’s my turn for this journey. Learning keeps the brain cells happy, so I will learn to blog. I’d like to record the simple things and in the process of doing so perhaps be aware how those simple things can be amazing. Oh, green is my favourite colour in case you didn’t know – so I made this post green. Because I like it, because I can.