"Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favourite things" — My Favourite Things, Julie Andrews
I know my writing can be a bit out-the-park, metaphysical at times, but I'm still human.
And that means, I'm drawn to certain things ❤️, and I avoid others.
Don't ask me why but as I was hunched over the sink washing last night's dishes, I found myself whistling to the above song. I've only given you the first verse, but if you'd like the whole thing, you can go here.
I'm sure we all have our favourite things. Here are a few of mine:
freshly washed clothes
coconut soap to wash with
coffee — gallons of it ☕
the warm glow of the sun streaming through the window
watching my children laugh
a glass of vino
music (I'm listening to Dictaphone this morning)
poetry — Bukowski, of course
watching 007 movies — they evoke such happy memories
Alfie's charm — not his barking!
I could go on.
And, yes, to anyone reading this post who knows me (...good morning 👋), they all look very one way; namely, towards my little ol' self.
Sorry, I don't mean to offend you, but if I had to land on a desert island, apart from the Bible and the complete works of Shakespeare, both of which I'd use to light a fire!, the above is a few of the things I'd ask for. You'll have your own list and, trust me, I won't be offended — not in the slightest — if I or anything connected with me doesn't appear on said list.
What about you?
Do you have a few things that really, and I mean light your fire 🔥?
Here's the thing, though: it's all well and good to covet something but if we're not here to enjoy them, then, well, there isn't anything. Perhaps that's why I bang on so fervently about being here, alive, to all of life and not just the pretty bits.
You see that, surely?
Absent life we wouldn't have the ability to enjoy anything.
I'm not suggesting, as many others appear to do, that we've got to forthwith embark on some health regime to rid us of our bad habits, but I am suggesting, not that I've any power to do anything other than be...myself, that just once in a while we stop, and acknowledge the sacredness of this moment. Because, in the end, that's really all we've got, despite what Ms Andrews might tell us 😂.
Have a wonderful day.
I'm off to walk Alfie and soak up nature before the storm hits us later.
Much love ❤️, Ju.