A good night's sleep

I love my bed, my covers, my pillow, and my bed partner.  I love the feeling of falling asleep all snuggled in and drifting off into the dark.  I love rolling over and touching his arm and feeling his breath as he snoozes.  I love waking in the morning and remembering my dreams.

I have always taken a good night's sleep for granted until recently when it was an elusive prize.

But now, now it is back.

Oh sleep, my dear dear friend, you make me smile.  Thanks for coming back to me! (My family and friends who have been living with me while you have been away also thank you!)

Peace to all and sweet dreams to you!

Flow

I have been thinking a lot about flow lately.

Flow in work has been defined as that place in a task where it is neither too easy nor too hard and you lose time in the satisfaction of doing the task. Flow in life I believe is putting good out and getting good back (usually ten fold!)  There is the flow of energy in our bodies and in our world; the flow of voices in good communication. (There is also that really awesome flow of flutters in an extended kiss- la la.)


I love to live in the flow of my life at home, at work, or just when I am out for a run.  Flow makes me happy.  Go with the flow my friends. Go with the flow.

Walking in the Woods

 There are few things in life that make me happier than walking on a trail in the woods. I can be by myself or with others. It can be raining, snowing, cloudy, beautiful, or anywhere in between and it still brings me great joy and peace.

There is a trail that is a favorite of mine and in the summer fields of ferns and pines flank it on either side.  The first time I saw it I couldn't really believe it existed and that I could walk it whenever I wanted. (luckie me!)

A walker on this trail gets treated to the delightful smells of pine, fresh air, and mossy goodness.  A walker on this trail can pick wild blueberries or see where the bears lie to sleep.  A walker on this trail can forget the worries of the world and just be thankful and humble to see such a rich, green, swatch of something special.

 I have many friends who also find their solace and quiet joys deep in the woods. What is it that draws us there?   I think it is that quiet moment when we reconnect and remember the beauty of being a small part of something so incredible.

Cuppa Joe

I love coffee in the mornings.  I love the routine of it.  From start to finish, it is a comfort to me.

Some mornings coffee means hanging with my hubby and catching up from the week.  Some mornings it means throwing it in a mug and heading out to the office, sipping frantically so I don't spill it in the car. Some mornings it means rocking on a porch in the woods with family or friends and talking about hopes and dreams.  But, every morning, it starts my day with its coffeeliciousness.

Here is a little ditty about coffee:


Oh how I love,
My cuppa joe,
Hot, sweet and lovely,
Past sleeply lips.

Oh how I love,
My cuppa joe,
Home, love and pleasure,
In everyday sips.

A really big hug

I have recently become aware of the Free Hug campaign and I have to say each time I see the video I smile.

I am, by nature, a hugger. Sometimes that has served me well, other times, not so much, but I can't seem to help myself.   I am also, by nature, very lucky (thus the cool blog name).  I am lucky for many reasons not the least of which is that I have many people in my life who hug me, or let me hug them.

There is nothing to compare to a good hug; the kind of hug that lets you know the hugger/huggee isn't just being polite but really wants the contact with you.  A really good hug can make a lot of things better or at least seem better.  I like the kind of hug when you can feel a person's energy, smell their hair, know what they had for breakfast, and really feel like you have shared a moment.  I have been hugged by, or hugged all different kinds of people (as I said before, I am lucky in this department) and I don't get tired of it for the simple reason that I truly believe in the POWERS of the hug.

I have felt all of the following while being hugged at one time or another:
comfort, friendship, support, passion, protective/protection, relief, joy, calm, and surrounded in a little love bubble.


It is funny to hug people who aren't huggers or who aren't used to being touched.  Sometimes they are stiff and stand-offish. They blush and stammer and their arms hang down at their sides.  But sometimes, even if they start off like an ironing board, they come around, they relax a little, make a lasso with their arms and hug just a little tighter and a little longer than expected.  :)


So, tonight, I am sending out a running towards you, arms wide open, hard hitting, full of love hug.  You are smiling now, aren't you?

Full Face Honeysuckle

I was running this morning really early, jamming to a little Pink, and trying to get into a comfortable pace.  I was thinking about the day and the week and what I wanted to get done. I was thinking  that I needed to go grocery shopping. I started to try to make a list in my head to the rhythm of my pace; milk and avocado and sauce and lettuce and beans and beets and chicken and pickles and crackers...
wait, I think I have crackers... hmm, yikes step up on the curb....


then it hit me. FULL FACE  HONEYSUCKLE!


Sweetness and summer and sweetness and summer and sweetness and summer and sweetness and summer- 
my pace improved.   (my mood did too!)
Thank you honeysuckle for being yourself in all of your overpowering goodness.

Mimi

My niece calls me Mimi.  It makes me smile. 

I have always wanted a nickname and even gone so far when I was a kid to try to give myself nicknames, but they never caught on.  (In my mind, I am a Maggie.  I have always known that Maggie is short for Margaret. But, c'mon, it is such a cool name! )

This weekend, I got to spend some time with my niece and so my ears are still singing with sounds of Mimi.


"Mimi, ride with me. Mimi, hold me. This water is cold Mimi!"  La la la.

I love her for one million reasons.   She loves me because I am her Mimi. 

Maybe I have found my perfect nickname after all.