A few weeks ago, on a day when I was missing him particularly badly, I found  a page torn from a notebook with a poem written on it in Barry, my late husband's handwriting.  Because of where I found it I know it must have passed through my hands since he died in February 2016, but somehow it didn't register with me then.

This is the poem, by Mary Elizabeth Frye. I expect many of you know it

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

It felt like a timely gift from him.

Just a day or two later I cnanced upon this poem by Rumi

I died as a mineral
and became a plant
I died as a plant
and rose to animal
I died as animal
and I was human
Why should I fear?
When was I less by dying?

Barry's ashes are scattered here where daisies grow and on the shore with flocks of birds all around, and on the day of gentle autumn rain when I wrote this post, these poems comforted me.

This is the only December 2019 I will ever have. There is a climate crisis, weather to contend with, and here in uk a terrorist attack and an election fill the airwaves and newspaapers with  disbelief  and  angry words.

How, we might wonder can we have a great December?
 
I think if we spend most of our energy on managing the things we do have control of and thereby creating little oases of peace and sanity and even joy, we can help balance our lives and the lives of others too.

I have limited influence, but I plan to use what influence I have!

I am thinking inner and outer. My inner world - my menatl health, my home, my loved ones and the outer - the wider world of politics and civic duty and responsibility.

If you wanted to do a comprehensive plan for December the book Your Best Year Yet by Jinny Ditzer could give you a useful framwork, but I thought I'd take it more lightly here, and try to look at small and simple things I can do each day to make December happy and healthy and with regular sparks of joy both for me and for others.

Inner.  I started the day with six rounds of Wim Hof breathing (I like New Slower Wim Hof on YotTube) - makes me feel full of energy, and today I'm checking that I am stocked up with things should the weather worsen.

Logs - tick, firelighters and matches - tick, tinned food and storecupboard items - tick, salt for icy paths, snow shovel accesible - tick,  torches and batteries - need to look at, candles - tick, thermals - tick (Heat Gen clever fabrics are brilliant). The freezer is seriously depleted. I've never really got on top of meal planning...plenty here to keep me busy then. What would you add? Have I overlooked something vital?

Outer -   Planning a letter to the local paper about public transport connections. I have too often watched my bus fly past just just as the ferry touched land!

What will you do today to make your December happy and healthy?

Do share! I and so many readers here have got great ideas from all the comments.
 

I love looking after my little robin in the cold weather.

..continued..

No comfortable feel in any member? Well my toes tingled after my frosty walks

There was shade, or at least interesting shadows..

And some starshine and brilliantly starry nights - the kind that take your breath away.

True, there were no butterflies or bees but fruits aplenty

and flowers and leaves in coronation Wood,....

and birds, including my favourite

Thank you for your poem Thomas Hood.
It reminded me that November was pretty wonderful.

Quick! Review your November before it fades forever.

And if your November wasn't very good, it's maybe worth  taking just a little time to figure what you can do to make December better.....
because here it is!

I heard this poem by Thomas Hood read out on radio 3 the other morning..

No sun - no moon
!No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
November!

Now I can identify with that (though for me it's more  representative of February) but the optimist in me - or is it the contrarain? - thought I've had a good November with probably most of those things in it and I looked back over November's photographs and came up with...

Quite a lot of sunshine! And a beautiful new moon (but no photo)

Morning coffee on a frosty table

And raking up leaves at noon.

Dawn captured in a beautiful shot by Heather

And a dusk walk on the shore path.

A beautiful dusk skyline in Christmassy Edinburgh

Warmth from stacking them, carrying them and burning them!

And cheerfulness and healthful ease in a pop-up bar in Edinburgh's Christmas Market

And this is taking so long I will have to finish it next time!

I hope you had a good November x

A great little Ted Talk here.

Would you agree?

Can you apply her three steps to change something you want to change?

..to make the most of my winter.

Sixteen

Keep garedening. Pruning, tdying, weeding, raking, pottering - not leaving it all till spring.

Seventeen

Keep moving. The gardening eill help. It's all too easy for me to hibernate and barely move!

Eighteen

Make candles.

Nneteen

Travel (big plans afoot!)

Twenty

Think up a really good word for 2020.

..things I plan to do this winter.

Eleven

Do something I've never done before. No idea what yet!

Twelve

Check out when the winter meteor showers are and put them on the calendar.

Thirteen

Donate surplus Christmassy things in good time.

Fourteen

Lie in the hammock and look at the Milky Way, even if only for a minute ot two!

Fifteen

Plan menus for visitors well in advance.


Is your list coming along?

Five  

Make at least one recipe from each of these books which I bought because I loved the titles and the images. Still do, but maybe I'll love the recipes too!

Six

Go for a walk in the dark. Or on a bright moonlit night.

Seven

Find a sauna somewhere nice.

Eight

Make a north point in the snow.

Nine

Go to Scottish Ballet's production of The Snow Queen (tickets already purchased!)

Ten

Take a day 'off' to re-read Eowen Ivey's The Snow Child - preferably a snowy day. I have done this each year for several  years now - food laid in, hot drinks, no housework, pausing every now and then to watch the snow fall...

To embrace the cold outside (great health bennefits I am told...)

To enjoy being snug inside - woodburner/candles/cushions and throws.

To eat great food and not put on weight. Quite a challenge.

To enjoy every minute of the run up to Christmas and totally ignore the hype.

I plan to make a list of twenty things......

Join me?

...put off asking for help even when you know you really need it?

And then finally ask and find it is freely given and wasn't a big deal?

We think we ought to do everything ourselves, don't want to be a nuisance or a burden, are afraid of looking foolish because we don't know how to do something, or we dread being told no and then we might die of embarassment. Somehow it is very hard to say the simple words Would you help me with this. (For some weird reason I can remember how to say it in Swedish but find it sometimes almost impossible to say in my own language.)

I have an eye condition which means that in certain light I don't see very well and I have had to learn to speak up and ask for help on many occasions. I have found that people love to help. I have never been refused help when I have asked for it (and I do know that no-one actually dies of embarassment!)

So I turn things around in my head and ask myself If someone asked me to do this would I think they ought to do it themselves, or they are a nuisance or stupid? In all likelihood I would think they must have a reason for asking and I'd probably be happy to help if I could.

There's also perhaps the idea that to ask for help is to show weakness but knowing what courage it sometimes takes I prefer to think it shows strength to be able to ask for what I need.

Always learning...

What do you think?

First snow on the tops means it's time for the orange and cinnamon candle. Love it.

The click point is a phrase from Marie Kondo, meaning the point at which, in your tidying and clearing. things are just right.

I can recognise my click point in different aspects of my life and know what it takes to get there and just how far I can stray from it without feeling that it has gone forever!

In the house it's when it is just clean enough, just orderly enough - not perfect (that way madness lies) but just right.

A bit Goldilocks - not too clean, not too dirty, not too messy, not too ordered, not too little stuff, not too much. With helpful routines (who would have thought I would love routines? Thank you Fly Lady!) I can be content with how things are in my home.

Everyone has their own click point.

Do you recognise yours?

In my body I know when I have good energy, when I am eating well - just enough, mostly good things, when I am moving enough, when I am getting enough rest. In my mind the click point is when I am not too stressed or anxious, but in the flow (another great phrase) and moving easily through my days.

All this takes attention and experimentation....and time. That's what me time is for me - there's another phrase! - taking time to figure out what's best for me and seeing that I do it. And knowing that what is best for me is in all probability best for those around me too.

It's a clear frosty morning and what will be best for me now is to take a walk down to the shore before breakfast and take some photographs to share with you later.

Have a great day!

..two for joy.

Do you say this when you see magpies in a tree?

..at beautiful sunshine

a day spent mostly outside

and the wonderful news that a young friend has had a baby boy.

 
Sitting on the porch with a snuggly soft blanket and a cup of hot chocolate yesterday.

I reached for the old threadbare travel rug  as it was a bit chilly to sit out, but felt the thickness and softness of this one under my hand - it was on top of the other in the cupboard. It seemed ridiculous to use this lovely bedroom blanket outside but I took it anyway, and found myself making hot chocolate instead of coffee.

The experience of sitting there was such a delight that I began wondering about my attidutde to self indulgence. Pampering was not a word in my vocabulary growing up. We were brought up to be hardy!  I can remember as a very young child my Dad rubbing me down with a hard towel after swimming (or I should say being in tthe chilly water - I couldn't swim) and telling me it was good for me.

I had loving parents and we were never treated harshly, but we were not indulged either!

Maybe this is why it feels special.

So all this gorgeous 'hygge  and the candles and cushions and throws and taking photographs of it all don't come naturally. I make a conscious decision to do these  things in the knowledge that the small 'indulgences' and lovely photographs help me  through the hard times. They don't make me soft, they make me strong. They make me grateful.

Snuggled on the porch for half and hour with the sun on my face, some gardening done (I have to 'earn' it of course!), listening to the robin and the wren, watching the light and the shadows change...

Pure pleasure.

Whyever not?

I can;t think of a reason.

Can you?

..but not in a good way!

Travelling a lot on public transport and having quite a sensitive nose, I feel assailed and almost overcome sometimes with the smells of all the chemicals we put on our bodies -

soap, bodywash, shampoo, conditioner, hair food (!? have just spotted an ad for this), hair spray, body spray, foot spray, aftershave, deodorant, perfume, make up, moisturiser, toothpaste, breath freshener, mouth wash, washing powder, fabric conditioner, dry cleaning fluids.....

I want to shout 'People! You do know that all this goes into your bloodstream don't you?'

But I don't.

:-)

Some pollution is self inflicted!

This morning when I came down to the sitting room the combined smells of lilies and quince were enchanting...

I am still enjoying EatTo Beat Disease (see this post) but it is such a tome that
I went through the index and listed all the foods recommended to help my eye condition (macular degeneration) and put the list in my purse to refer to when I am shopping.

Instead of listening to the news I put on some Mozart.

I photographed these flowers at the University of Glasgow last week and wore my winter coat for the first time today.

I loved hearing about what you are up to and what you are mad (in a good way) about.

Thank you.

Continuing Life Lessons From Phoebe.

Lesson nine : play every day.

Never ignore a ball that comes your way.

 
And if all else fails just run fast all around the house, hurtle up and down the stairs, dive  on and off the furniture leaping in the air and round and round in circles.

At least once a day, more if you feel like it.

Lesson ten : Just be yourself. This is maybe the best lesson of all. Phoebe is never anthing but just Phoebe.

Shall we just be ourselves and be content?
We are enough.
At least for today.

I am trying for a new take on Autumn (season of mists and melancholy for me).

OK I contradict myself! I said I love all the seasons but let's just say Autumn is my least favourite though I do find things in it to love..

Looking up Autumn on Wikipedia I found this rather good piece on Associations.

I chanced on this site and enjoyed My Autumn Happiness List

I will make one of my own.

I will try to take photographs about Autumn which don't involve 'feuilles mortes' no matter how beautiful they are.

It seemed a good idea to  listen to the song and I almost lost the will to live (only kidding!).

Yesterday's photograph showed decay but I felt there was also strength and endurarnce in it. I am looking for a feeling of resilience. As well as dead leaves falling  to earth there are also seeds with their promise of new life.

Another association which I like is that of a new term and learning something new. I've not decided yet what that will be ...

Instead of buying them a little at a time, I will stock up fully with candles and logs in preparedness for winter. I think just looking at my stash will be very satisfying. There may be some foodstuffs I can hoard in the same way. There are lots of brambles on my path to the shore...

I can also get some good preparations for winter and spring done in the garden. I want autumn to feel active and strong and probably pretty busy! I did think at one point I'd just like to skip it and go straight to winter but I guess that's not really an option!

Will you make an Autumn Happiness List too? (And do you know any cheerful songs about Autumn?)

A title for this photograph which I took on the ferry yesterday?

Written, pen on paper, early this morning....

By the real world people often mean the world of politics and business and the high drama of the media world but taken literally, my real world right now is this....

Woman sitting writing at an open window in the early morning. Blue sky thin high clouds.
Sound of one pigeon in the forest and the click of the heater under the desk warming up. Taste of tea - the first cup of the morning. Smell? Of cool clean air coming off the forest and the sea loch. I feel the softness of my dressing gown and the warmth of my feet on the wooden floorboards. I am touching the smooth glass of the desk top and holding a light pen that fits my fingers nicely.

This is my real world.

I will  engage with the media world again later today. I've been both fascinated and appalled by the current political theatricals, but I am anchoring my deeper self in this real world which is unique to me, and precious.

How do you anchor yourself in turbulent times?

First choppy passenger ferry crossing of the season yesterday and I got seasick! Nauseous and earache which hasn't quite gone away nearly 24 hours later.

So, how was your summer? (Forgive me if you are reading in the southern hemisphere - it must be a bit annoying!).

I wrote about designing my summer in this post. Did you do lots of exploring Julia? And I know Cath got to the artist's Open Garden and was planning on working on her dreamer/creative side - was that fun?  Lucille was 'bowling along' listenening to Gretchen Rubin until the video froze - I have a feeling from your latest post that your summer might have been like that too Lucille!

I have been scrolling through the blog to remind myself how my summer went. It's wonderful to have this record - one of the joys of blogging!

I did have a sociable summer. A Midsummer Party with weather good enough to barbecue on the beach, and I met up with friends in the city and had several friends to stay. That was lovely but on the whole the weather wasn't! A lot of rainy days, and quite a few cold ones. I rarely went far without and extra layer and an umbrella in case....For a long spell we seemed to have alternate good and not-so-good days and I didn't eat outside as much as usual, or have as much time in the hammock as I'd hoped for, I didn't have one picnic and only once paddled! It was significant that my one summer purchase was a scarf.

There were sunny warm days and some of my favourite afternoons were sitting on the doorstep. There were some beautiful evenings, spectacular dawns, a goodly number of G&T's on the porch and some magical moments in the garden when the light and beauty took my breath away.

Do you have any special memories of this summer?


More tomorrow....

Here are some photos from the Scottish Sculpture Park (I forgot I said I would post them yesterday!)

You do come away from it seeing the world differently..