Cup of Tea...

 

I've never been a coffee drinker, but I do love the smell of all the yummy flavors they make. Tea is my comfort place. It offers comfort over and over again in my life and I'm always grateful for that warm embrace it brings.

Sitting...

 

Today was about sitting with a friend who needed comfort. She is grieving and just wanted some familiar company to help her mind think of something besides the powerless situation she is in. We spent hours with small talk, and quiet space, after thirty plus years of knowing each other that is enough. I brought her something to nourish her body and left having nourished her spirit... all in all a good day!

Shelter...

"Come in," she said. "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Some-days this would be so nice to hear. I guess that's why I like my home so much. It is my shelter from the storm. A place I can find refuge and comfort even if I don't have that "someone" to offer that to me. It gets hard at times being everything for everyone, including myself. I just want to be able to rest and rely on another for awhile. Oh that sounds so nice... maybe someday!

Yoga...

"Yoga is not for the flexible. It's for the willing."

I've been doing my morning yoga for quit some time now, and the last three days I've missed doing it and I can tell. It's the oil for my body and the routine offers a comfort all its own. Back to the usual!

What's On My Nightstand...

On my nightstand are a lot of books that I don't necessarily read but they bring me comfort just knowing they are there. I have my battery clock that has served me well. I don't like the digital ones. There is some homemade lotion I'm almost out of and another bottle to use when it is finally all gone     ( someone I know made the lotion and a friend gave it to me). Down in the cloth basket are recipe books and books I am currently looking at. And the two little baskets hold "stuff" like my TV remote, a glasses case etc. I have some herb magazines I'm hoping to get too soon and a couple of pictures that just make me smile. On the far left there is a teddy bear my oldest son gave me one Christmas and it was just so cute I keep him close by to remind me of "love."

This is a cooperative blog post I am doing bi-weekly with a friend. Here is her post... Enjoy!

http://gentlegull.blogspot.com/2014/09/whats-on-my-nightstand.html

Comfort...

The hummingbird drinks

The bee hums a rhythmic tune

and nature offers comfort

I was in need of comfort this morning and when you walk out in my back yard my Rose of Sharon tree is in full bloom. As I stepped out the door, I saw several humming birds and bees enjoying the flowers on my tree. I couldn't help but smile and I found comfort in the beauty!

Tested...

Trust is tested when what you had hoped and thought would happen is shattered. Now I must hold on to what I believe, which is "all is well and I am safe" and continue to trust that my path in this unknown will be just the right place for my children and I. There is comfort in knowing, I'm not doing this process alone. I had felt alone so many times in my life but life continues to show me over and over again... NO ~ you do not walk this path alone ~ so Trust in the process Nancy and you will be more then okay!

Pardon Me...

Pardon me while I have a "pity party" for one, for the rest of the day. I have a lot of different issues on my mind and another came today. Have to say none of them have been shockers, but none the less still things looming over me that have potential to become something or not - that's the hard part. I know tomorrow I will be better but for today I'll allow myself a little time to feel sorry for myself and a little wishing I had the comfort of someone close to lean on.

Baby Goose...

Near my house is a pond that sits to close to the road. As I was headed down the highway this morning, most of a flock of geese had crossed the ramp except one baby goose and its parent. The adult goose was screaming and flapping it's wings because one of the babies had been hit by a car. I had to stop! I got out and picked up the limp body and placed it ever so gently out of harms way and hoped that mom or daddy goose would find some comfort in the rescue. I don't think the little one will make it but at least they can grieve in safety.  I just cried feeling so helpless to do anything else for the wee one. But I have to believe the Universe will provide what the geese need and the rest will remain safe.

Song...

Years ago as a teenager, I use to play the guitar and write songs. It was very therapeutic at that time in my life. When I saw this picture it brought back good memories of how the words I needed to express came out in song and soothed my soul. Words have always brought me comfort in one form or another. After my song writing days, I kept journals and now I write a blog, articles and my fiction novel. Having books by my bedside bring me comfort as I read others peoples words too.