I have everything material I could ever need. Far, far too much, especially at this time when I can’t off load on charity shops. I am contented…almost all the time. Contentment, however, is not natural – at least not for me. It has to be practiced. I was working at it in the veg plot today:
‘Sunshine! Smell of the upturned soil! So much space to grow things! Fantastic crop of spuds! Best crop of blackcurrants ever! I am so blessed!’
Except that:
‘Where will I store all the produce? I could really do with a root cellar. I would be so much more self-sufficient if I had more space/equipment/books about storing/bottling/drying food.’
Then I read an article suggesting we litter pick when we walk. Great idea. We have lovely walks around our village and most of the time, folks don't drop rubbish. Sometimes they do. I collect it, when I remember to take a bag with me. Sometimes I even remember the litter picker that I use to pick up rubbish in our street.
Except that:
‘Wouldn’t it be good if someone invented a reusable, washable bag that folded up small and had a carabiner so you could attach it to a belt loop? And wouldn’t it be good if it held a tiny extendable litter picker? I could really do with one of those.’
At this time of night, I have to practice really hard. Yes, I had a lovely, healthy, tasty, filling meal just two hours ago. I am not at all hungry.
Except that:
‘But I could really do with a wee slice of toast . If I satisfied that longing, I would be able to settle to my writing, do the ironing, make that phone call…’
‘Sunshine! Smell of the upturned soil! So much space to grow things! Fantastic crop of spuds! Best crop of blackcurrants ever! I am so blessed!’
Except that:
‘Where will I store all the produce? I could really do with a root cellar. I would be so much more self-sufficient if I had more space/equipment/books about storing/bottling/drying food.’
Then I read an article suggesting we litter pick when we walk. Great idea. We have lovely walks around our village and most of the time, folks don't drop rubbish. Sometimes they do. I collect it, when I remember to take a bag with me. Sometimes I even remember the litter picker that I use to pick up rubbish in our street.
Except that:
‘Wouldn’t it be good if someone invented a reusable, washable bag that folded up small and had a carabiner so you could attach it to a belt loop? And wouldn’t it be good if it held a tiny extendable litter picker? I could really do with one of those.’
At this time of night, I have to practice really hard. Yes, I had a lovely, healthy, tasty, filling meal just two hours ago. I am not at all hungry.
Except that:
‘But I could really do with a wee slice of toast . If I satisfied that longing, I would be able to settle to my writing, do the ironing, make that phone call…’