small pleasures , tiny rituals

small pleasures , tiny rituals

Project Reverb prompt: “What small pleasures did you discover this year?”

Very soft warm house slippers.

The hidden Faces of buildings
The hidden Faces of buildings

Very soft warm plush blankets, covered in cats. That I have a child that still holds my hand and hugs me tight (though that is a great pleasure).  Finally noodling out how to do something in code I’ve not done before.

Having the chance to take pictures of the back of buildings. I don’t know why but this is almost magical to me, ok actually it is magical. Like I’m suddenly in on a secret, a whispered secret. A breath exhaled just before kissing.

Really great smelling candles.  That elusive sweet cucumber sent that is spring to me.

Dexy’s midnight runner’s Come on Eileen, played at full blast, the first time the temperature hits 60 degrees sometime in March. The feeling of anticipation that comes with it.

Seeing our daughter dressed for a dance…or is that a large pleasure. Seeing her with her friends.

The small and the large, they can each be one or the other depending on the day. The smallest can make your heart swell ready to burst. The largest can be so large you have to file some of the accompanying feeling away for later or be overwhelmed.


Reverb14 prompt: “What tiny rituals: signal that your day is starting; help you ease into a creative project; give you closure from an intensive task; or mark other significant milestones in your day? What new rituals would you like to create in the new year?”

at 5:20 In the morning, NPR, then snooze, then it comes on again and the light. The Mister gets the coffee that only 1/2 the time I’ve remembered to set up the night before. He brings me a cup in bed as I check the weather saying “coffee delivery man” and I hug him.

at 6:30 I go to the Bean’s room and say “time to gettin’ up lil bean lil bean, it’s time to get up lil

Wakin up Lil Bean
Wakin up Lil Bean

bean”  or sometimes “Wakin’ up lil bean.” If there is not too much stuff on the floor I sit on her bed and pat her back and kiss her head and sing a nonsense song or babble. It’s been this way since she was a baby and she allows me this still.

At work I drink my coffee, then my smoothie, then my water. My phone dings to tell me to drink water every 15 minutes.

I’d like to finish the day writing in my blog. Perhaps now that I have a bit more room I can.