Last Updated On November 11, 2021

 

“When we hygger, we frame the moment, give it our full attention, savour and hold it, in an awareness that the moment will pass. We feel how one moment becomes layered on to the next; past and present mingled together - everything falling into place, into one accord.” ― Louisa Thomsen Brits, The Book of Hygge

 

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

My unallocated moments do not usually arrive in swathes, more like confetti. Tiny glittering pieces of time that blow in and are easily swept away or lost under the couch. Hard to hold onto. Sprinkled throughout the day and overlooked. I have to bring the searching tweezers and get real intentional about isolating and preserving, protecting against distraction and high winds. Holding each shiny fleck to the sun and smiling into its reflection.

~Inhale deeply, let it rattle around in my sinuses  ~blow in little life giving puffs between the seam of my thumbs  ~feel it flutter against the cave of my fingers  ~offer it up  ~child’s pose

Sometimes I like to telescope out from brief encounters outside the mind stream.

The guttural acknowledgement behind me

Followed by the swish and rub from whisker to tail

The first arrival to the window feeder presents

A plump fella, full body settled into the seed

Like he planned to stay awhile

I imagine he’s not the most cautious of the bunch

The word of a new feeder must spread

I hear the message in chatter and squawk

Beak to beak communication,

Descriptions of set and setting

Warnings and encouragements

stories of glut and triumph
A radiating chain of moments

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Last Updated On November 11, 2021

 

“When we hygger, we frame the moment, give it our full attention, savour and hold it, in an awareness that the moment will pass. We feel how one moment becomes layered on to the next; past and present mingled together - everything falling into place, into one accord.” ― Louisa Thomsen Brits, The Book of Hygge

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

My unallocated moments do not usually arrive in swathes, more like confetti. Tiny glittering pieces of time that blow in and are easily swept away or lost under the couch. Hard to hold onto. Sprinkled throughout the day and overlooked. I have to bring the searching tweezers and get real intentional about isolating and preserving, protecting against distraction and high winds. Holding each shiny fleck to the sun and smiling into its reflection.

~Inhale deeply, let it rattle around in my sinuses  ~blow in little life giving puffs between the seam of my thumbs  ~feel it flutter against the cave of my fingers  ~offer it up  ~child’s pose

Sometimes I like to telescope out from brief encounters outside the mind stream.

The guttural acknowledgement behind me

Followed by the swish and rub from whisker to tail

The first arrival to the window feeder presents

A plump fella, full body settled into the seed

Like he planned to stay awhile

I imagine he’s not the most cautious of the bunch

The word of a new feeder must spread

I hear the message in chatter and squawk

Beak to beak communication,

Descriptions of set and setting

Warnings and encouragements

stories of glut and triumph
A radiating chain of moments

###

 

Last Updated On November 11, 2021

“When we hygger, we frame the moment, give it our full attention, savour and hold it, in an awareness that the moment will pass. We feel how one moment becomes layered on to the next; past and present mingled together - everything falling into place, into one accord.” ― Louisa Thomsen Brits, The Book of Hygge

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

My unallocated moments do not usually arrive in swathes, more like confetti. Tiny glittering pieces of time that blow in and are easily swept away or lost under the couch. Hard to hold onto. Sprinkled throughout the day and overlooked. I have to bring the searching tweezers and get real intentional about isolating and preserving, protecting against distraction and high winds. Holding each shiny fleck to the sun and smiling into its reflection.

~Inhale deeply, let it rattle around in my sinuses  ~blow in little life giving puffs between the seam of my thumbs  ~feel it flutter against the cave of my fingers  ~offer it up  ~child’s pose

Sometimes I like to telescope out from brief encounters outside the mind stream.

The guttural acknowledgement behind me

Followed by the swish and rub from whisker to tail

The first arrival to the window feeder presents

A plump fella, full body settled into the seed

Like he planned to stay awhile

I imagine he’s not the most cautious of the bunch

The word of a new feeder must spread

I hear the message in chatter and squawk

Beak to beak communication,

Descriptions of set and setting

Warnings and encouragements

stories of glut and triumph
A radiating chain of moments

###

 

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