|A beautiful Christmas Cameo gifted to us by dear friends.|
Feeling thoroughly spoiled.
Having enough - this is one of my core values.
It was a core value that remained hidden for decades under piles of 'stuff' both physical and emotional and has only been emerging over the last few years as a core value.
True, not having enough can be worrying but also having too much is just as much of a worry as is working our be-hinds off to try and accumulate too much (tips hat to consumerism).
For so long I was a human having instead of a human being. Essentially I now believe that mindful contentment is at the core of knowing that I have enough.
|Hanukkah starts soon - on the 24th.|
What does 'enough' look like for me?
- enough money to pay for basic bills and a little put aside just in case.
- enough to be clothed sensibly, and occasionally, even smartly if the need arises
- enough to reach out and assist others anonymously
- enough to eat and a bit put aside as stockpile
- enough to pay for a home (rent or modest mortgage)
- enough to feed another family for a meal
- enough work so as not to be idle
- enough discretionary time so as not to feel trapped
- enough love and care to stop me wandering off
- enough to educate myself to be a better man
- enough to stay grounded
- enough to be able to follow the occasional domestic dream
- enough to follow an occasional creative urge
- enough to buy a pot of interior paint
|Fresh lemons - who can deny!|
Strange things that make me feel poor are:
- running out of tea and coffee
- a run of unexpected bills
- not being able to get warm
- Monday morning's 4.30 am alarm
- not being able to pay a bill on time
- running late
- when a pen runs out halfway through a letter
|Fruit soaking in sweet sherry...|
Inextricable things that make me feel rich:
- fresh berries for breakfast
- sitting in a cathedral
- new underwear (don't ask!)
- new socks for Christmas
- a parcel in the mail
- a dinner table surrounded with guests enjoying our food
- candles on the dinner table
- fresh sheets
- the sound of rain at night
- our stockpile cupboard
As I write this post, my girls are all making chocolate truffles in the kitchen with John Denver turned up loud and them all singing along...."country roooooooooad, take me hooooooome...". There's laughter, chatter, choruses sung in harmony, aprons unfurled and the inevitable "taste this Dad" - I am truly blessed.
I have enough.
An inner voice lets me know that I am enough.
Take care folks and stay nice.