Grateful: Day 129 - Beetroot and Black Pudding

Early to the pond again, to find the ice all gone and no sign of yesterday's sudden cold. I left the house a few minutes earlier again - by about five past seven. I still only caught a rapidly leaving Mary Bike-Politics, but found some of the regular early crowd in the water as I arrived.


Today's blessing was blue and white skies all mottley, with silhouetted trees in front. And the fact that the water made me calm. I felt serene and wanted to stay in there, supported and invigorated. I dropped into my body and noticed the sensations. I got out when the pain ones outweighed the bliss. I'm sure if I'd stayed in long enough, the balance would have tipped again, but only in my last moments, like on Titanic. No, the steps beckoned.


I'm grateful for the gentleness of friends and colleagues. I wasn't at my best today. I'm finding decisions pretty tricky and my patience is short. Sometimes I don't want to speak because I know how snappy I risk being. But people were warm and I was grateful.


We ran an impro drop-in today, Rob and I. Thank you to the lovely people who came and to the energy the whole experience gave me. I'm grateful for Rob - calm and present and determined to do what we're doing and to learn from it. 


Thanks for a great potential offer of work doing more of this. I love it. 


Thanks for a bed, a bath, beetroot salad (free) and black pudding (£1.10). And for dreams so very close. I shall drift into them bathed in gratitude.