The way the light still manages to break through the cloud and into your home on an otherwise gloomy afternoon.
A spoon of honey dissolving on your tongue slowly, languidly, like the after-effects of a memorable kiss.
Putting on your favourite lipstick (ideally deep, deep red) and leaving a mark on the back of your hand, your mirror, a lover.
The knowledge that you are never truly alone in your pain and the sonder-esque knowing that someone, somewhere, in the world is having a similar experience, making the two of you kindred, for the briefest of moments.
The space that opens up behind your heart after a cleansing cry.
The pattern of the clouds as they move over a moody sky, tinged with the colour of twilight.
Your favourite song, played aloud, the music weaving its way through your home and all your senses.
A tight hug from a loved one (or a gentle nuzzle from a pet).
A diary entry written furiously with your favourite pen and ink combination.
The way you meet your own eyes in the mirror, even now, even still (and the knowledge that the person looking back at you is there, always).
The worn topography of your favourite paperback book, held countless times by your own hands, well loved.
The quiet that exists when you drop the doomscroll and go outside.
Nature in all her beauty, forever changing, forever reminding you that this, too, shall pass.
The juxtaposition that exists within your heart - how you can be two things at once, more than two things, a multitude; happy, sad, grieving, lost, expansive, found, quiet, and full of the same chaos that once created the stars.
Indulging in your favourite day dream. Dreaming it real inside your head.
Fresh flowers and the way their scent expands, filling a room, filling hearts.
A hot cup of tea, made with leaves so you can read your fortune.
Birds flying, despite everything, twirling in the sky and singing songs our nervous system recognises as safety.
Bare feet on earth. Planting yourself in the present moment.
Giving yourself a brief but precious second to feel your heart beat inside your chest, forever announcing: “I am here, I am here, I am here despite it all.” Always.
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How lovely!
everyday i will think of these when life seems impossible