I follow many blogs.
I can't remember where I read this little pearler but at some stage it caught my eye so I did a cut'n paste to my clipboard for later. It wasn't until this last week that I remembered it was there & scrolled back through all the other pearlers I've collected over the months... the years...
I am kicking myself for not keeping the source of this. One million apologies to the author of the blog I stole this from. (It you recognise its origins, please let me know!) But here's the gist of it...
"A single word can be a powerful thing. It can be the ripple in the pond that changes everything.
It can be sharp and biting or rich and soft and slow.
In 2006, I began a tradition of choosing one word for myself each January —
a word that I can focus on, mediate on, and reflect upon as I go about my daily life.
My previous words had included; light, play, peace, vitality, nurture, and story.
They've helped me to breathe deeper, to see clearer, and to grow. "
This week, while enjoying some down-time with the family at my parent's holiday house at Busselton, my "word" popped into my brain.
I let it percolate a bit.
Maybe this was a word I've been needing to hear but until now, I haven't been ready.
Maybe it was the surroundings that made the word surface. The Busselton house was built by my father when I was ten, and very little has been altered since. It's basic which is what makes it what it is. Except perhaps for the outdoor shower that my brother and his mate, Nicko, built a few years ago, it is exactly the same house I have holidayed in every summer for most of the last 30 years, & that I lived in in my early 20's. Its the same house where many of my friends also came to create happy memories.
Maybe its because I'm nearing the end of my first full-booked wedding season, and this escape with my family was a chance to draw breath. Phew.
Or maybe its just because I have my health, my family & my friends.
Either way, the word fits, for now.
What's your word?