Savoring simple daily pleasures

The very word, Nourishment, for many of us conjures up images of healthful foods, maybe iced water, or rainbow salads. 

But to live a "nourished" life, it runs so much deeper than that. 

I believe Nourishment (yes with a capital) is a very personal thing which we draw to us from many directions. 

Physically we can nourish our bodies with vital and restorative sleep; we are far better equipped to tackle our days, physically and mentally after a decent rest. Poor quality or lack of sleep has so many knock on effects- after a poor sleep we are more inclined to crave sugary or high carbohydrate foods, our hormones and circadian rhythm suffers, or brain gets foggy, in extreme cases our hair, skin and nails will also start to show evidence of insufficient sleep. 

We all have our magic number of hours which is optimal for us. Mine is 8. On 8 hours I'm energized, resorted and ready to go. Many people need far less,  But needing and receiving are very different. Famously Margaret Thatcher worked on 3-4 hours sleep a night, as does Martha Stewart (Sigh, my heroine) My husband is lucky to get 5 hours unbroken sleep but he NEEDS more. Just rarely gets it. 

The key is to find your ideal amount, then ease your evening routine- and morning routine, in such a way to give you the best chance of achieving it- at least most of the time. On a bust week I often miss out on a precious hour as I perhaps climb into bed at 10pm and my alarm is set for 5am- but if you keep it present in your mind and try to get there as often as you can, at the very least you can bank a few a week to keep stores high. 

Certainly, I draw much nourishment from nature- being in it, walking in it and breathing in deep lungful's each day.  I feel starved and a bit on edge if I haven't spent enough time out doors- whatever the weather- maybe walking, mowing the lawns, gardening, whatever it may be. My connection the the seasons, the weather and the environment that surrounds me is absolutely vital nourishment for me. For others this may be time on horse back, in or on the water, taker a 4 legged friend for a walk, on a bike, what every fills your cup and NOURISHES you in that respect. 

Yoga - even just a few minutes, I find magically nourishing. The rhythmic familiarity of the poses, the breath, and the stretching leaves me glowing, calm, and nourished and ready for what's next.  It slows me down, ensures I pause and reflect, and allows my body to heal and strengthen. 

Yoga can be deeply spiritual for people, as faith is - both can nourish the spirit and the mind. 

Of course, Nourishment comes from a balanced healthy diet- and balance in the wider sense that the odd treat or indulgence is just as important for wellbeing as the bowl of kale soup made with bone broth.  A cream egg at Easter is good for the soul.... 

Family and Friends are a source of nourishment for me. To nurture, be nurtured, inspire and to be inspired, to love and be loved, cherished and to cherish. Being able to share feelings and thoughts and woes with trusted friends, your spouse, significant other is a huge part of a nourished and fulfilled life.

A good, deep belly laugh when tears roll down your cheeks and the smile lasts long after is an absolute tonic we probably would all like more of. 

 Being able to be there for my girls to confide in, or to discuss things with my husband, support girlfriend's- is all equally giving needed nourishment to others and in receiving it yourself. The company we choose to keep and surround ourselves with is a major factor. Be aware of some relationships that may drain more than nourish: that may cause angst or mistrust, or hurt. Try to be as honest and as objective as you possibly can about these- no one need know your inner most thoughts, but you can change your actions and maybe maneuver in such a way that you spend less time in their company, or have inner strategies in order to help cope with more difficult relationships so that they don't drain you or diminish your "Nourished" self.  Be they family, friend or colleague. 

The gift of time is one of the most nourishing and luxurious things you can give yourself. Take a moment (or two or three) to asses where you require to spend time, where you would like to spend time- on what, with whom, how- It may be as simple as on a busy week night after a day at work and then racing back out to a Childs after school activity you choose a jarred pasta sauce over something more homemade and time consuming, it may be getting up an hour earlier to fit in the meditation, yoga, run, reading, shower, you need to nourish you and start your day as you wish, it may be turning in early to get that extra hours sleep you crave, it may be paying for someone to clean your home to free up your weekends, or planning the weeks meals and utilizing the croc pot to give you some evening back, re scheduling your day to fit in a nap with a blanket a book and a cup of tea before the busy evening kicks in.  Whatever it may be, there are few of us who don't wish for more time in the day, to slow the pace just a little, and feel less rushed and frazzled during a working week. 

Make a lost of your top things that allow you to feel nourished, not forgetting those things we know nourish us, like plenty of fruits and vegetables, sleep and hydration, and see if you can find a way to add more of them into your daily life. After all, its the everydays that make up our lives. 

Be brave enough to live by your own rules so that you can strive each day to live your best life. 

 Savoring simple daily pleasures

Its been more than a week since my last entry, due to a full and eventful few days away. 

I have been reflecting on the tiny seemingly insignificant things that can have a big impact or leave a lasting message, along with some huge things, that can be just as powerful. From little delicate blossoms adorned with twinkling due, to the majestic vastness of an alpine mountain range. 

We had a taste of both winter and adventure over the time we were away. This morning was a balmy 1 degree when I stepped outside to take my picturesque lakeside walk at 7am. For the first time in many months I wore layers of merino and a wool head band and gloves. It was still, peaceful, idyllic and FREEZING!  and I  LOVED it. I could have just kept walking, and walking- taking great lungful's of the crisp clean air, absorbing the beauty and relishing the time out and change of pace. My poor husband has been suffering with a dreadful flu the entire time so wasn't able to participate in everything or enjoy it as much as he'd hoped to. 

A couple of days ago (2 days later than planned due to weather conditions) my elder daughter and I walked the Tongariro Alpine Crossing- a renowned and challenging day hike, reaching over 1800M at its highest point, and a distance of just over 20KM. The landscape was breathtakingly dramatic and each segment of the trail was so very different from the last. The Journey takes you from boardwalks though alpine scenes, up craggy loose rack faces, incorporates views of volcanic wonders- craters and vibrant green Sulphur lakes, tough climbs, slippery descents, rising above the clouds where the air is thinner and so pure, back down through scrub, then the tree line, then damp dense bush. 

The feeling of space and awe, despite the many other hikers on the trail with us that day, left me in no doubt of the sense of something much greater than us at work on earth. The sense of accomplishment after years of wanting to tackle it- not to mention after the disappointment of having to postpone on the Friday (High winds- gale force, heavy rain and visibility of 20M meant it simply wasn't safe to attempt on the day we'd originally planned) and the relief of finally see my husband waiting for us at the end. So so proud of my girl for achieving it too. We got back to where we were staying to a sunny uplifting late afternoon, so to revive us we took the jetski on the lake- fresh! And I sat talking to my youngest on the jetty, dipping out legs (Mine very tired!) in the cold clear water, allowing the healing rejuvenating power to revive my feet and telling her of the mountain adventure. Such special moments I will treasure. 

And so on to a new week, a new school term, and more adventure. Our daughter is off on camp tomorrow, so we unpacked from our trip and repacked- named everything  and checked the gear lists.

SO many life affirming moments in so few days, its a lot to take in. So I will take a day or so to digest and reflect on it all and re look at the (Many!)photographs fondly. 

So very grateful.

 Savoring simple daily pleasures

As I sit here today, with some home made chicken soup simmering on the stove, feeling like a head cold is brewing, and the wind that's gathering force outside has finally got a true autumnal nip to it, I am reflecting on thoughts I had during a long, and very sunny walk I took yesterday morning. 

For the last few years, and more intently the last 12 months or so, I have been mindful to enjoy and appreciate what each day brings, to savor the little things, to appreciate the mundane as even that is not forever, to take a moment to step back and see my children blossoming, and likewise my parents aging- although both are incredibly fir and active and healthy for their ages, to have deep love and gratitude for my husband whos been by my side for well over 20 years now. In taking the time to slow and allow these thoughts, I also see how fast my girls are becoming young women, that the little dots in tutus at kindergarten, or snuggled up for stories after a bath, seems to have been so recently. And yet.... One is talking of learning to drive, of college, career paths, moving away. Soon they will be so much more independent even than now, which led me to my ponderings on my recent walk. 

As heart wrenching as it can be for a parent to observe and encourage their children to grow, be strong and flourish, its incredibly challenging to be selfless enough to give them the wings to fly , and watch them take off and soar- with out you, with their own hurdles to overcome, their own drive and life to lead- where you may not be their first confidant or port of call any longer. But this is how it should be, and if I have done my job well, they will continue to soar, learn, succeed and grow. 

Our responsibilities change and adapt, and are constantly fine tuning to their growing-up needs- as they will always. 

I even had a little tummy turner as I imagined a life where we knew our girls were happy, safe and content, and we also had adventures, weekends away, impromptu dinner out, and a completely different structure and feel to our days. Will the house seem huge? Quiet? Tidy!? Will my housework and laundry be vastly reduced. Will I finally have time for the garden to truly bloom and be cared for, will they regularly bumble home for home baking, a favorite dinner, a shoulder to cry on, a hug, to introduce a special someone?

I hope so. 

This is not immanent. But its a time that is fast approaching. So I wish to be mindful of all the moments together before this- even the cross words, the not- so- great decisions, the firsts and the lasts. The twinkle in my youngest eye as she throws an arm around my shoulder to remind me she is now taller than me! 

It leaves us in a juxtaposition- reminiscing about days long gone, and anticipating the days and years ahead. Its a tricky place to be as a parent. I can well imagine a little empty nest syndrome may creep in at some point (That's when I'll finally get my DOG!) 

None of us know what the future holds. So savor and see the joy in every day and all the little details. 

It doesn't mean we cant plan or look forward to future plans and endeavors. But don't rush. These days wont every come around again. Much like stuffing the stockings at midnight when your utterly exhausted and KNOW there will be an unearthly early start on Christmas morning- one day they'll sleep in late, the magic will fade a little, and you'll wish you'd bottled that sparkling children's magic and wonder. 

A family Saturday morning Brunch today was a perfect little moment to spend time together, enjoy delicious food, and come home to (Make soup!) garden, wash cars and bake. Jostling cozily along with nowhere we have to be, just allowing our Saturday to unfold and rejuvenate us. 

Perfect. 

 Savoring simple daily pleasures

I have always loved Easter; growing up in the UK we were often staying with family friends, or sometimes I'd be in Paris, for Paques, but it always signified spring. In France the Bells deliver the intricate chocolate eggs and gifts to the children, but I was always enchanted by the Easter Bunny. Its the law in our house to watch the movie HOP over Easter. Never gets old! 

Easter has rather crept up on me this year, which has left me feeling a little flustered and a bit disappointed that I haven't managed to organize my usual Easter treats and gifts- little eggs nests in letter boxes, hand painted Easter cards, gifts for colleagues. I have decorated, and got my Easter tea towels out for use, the Easter crockery and table linens are now waiting to be used tomorrow and I have baked a "Hot Cross Bun Cake," which looks scrumptious with its decadent cinnamon spiced cream cheese frosting. 

Despite us being well and truly into Autumn here in the southern hemisphere, we had soaring temperatures yesterday- the car registering 29 degrees, yet 3 nights ago we enjoyed a crackling log fire as it was so chilly. 

We lived opposite these majestic poplars for over a decade, and they would ring in the seasons for us, one was felled by a recent storm, another is on a lean, but they are slowly starting to succumb to Autumns will. They calmed me today on my early walk after an up and down kind of week. Their stoicism though winters and gales and droughts. 

I heard something this week which really resonated with me- to always be grateful for what the universe (God, whatever your beliefs) is doing FOR you- and To you. That nothing is by accident and every event, big or small, each moment is sent for you- especially you- for a lesson, and experience, a reward, a gift. Even if it may not feel like it at the time. It was something about the wording that struck me- and seemed so infinitely personal. 

Wishing you a peaceful, and wonderful Easter- no matter the season you find you self in, take the opportunity for fresh beginnings, new growth, and a positive, open outlook, ready to receive what ever may be in store for YOU.