I’m in the no-zone again. The one where I am not happy or sad. Just hanging in there somewhere. I have things to do, but my hsp side just wishes to grab a blanket and sleep, cocooned in the warmth of my blanket. Then there is my hss side, yearning to do something new. It knows we are in the middle of things and can not afford to do something new, but it isn’t listening. I have only been able to calm it down by indulging it with some ‘simple life’ videos on YouTube.
Nature always help. So does music – the right kind of music. This time its something on the piano – that calm, semi-classical, orchestra type, that is usually played in period dramas. Too bad I’ve finished with all my period dramas. Most recent being Anne with an E. The hsp-hss duo would have loved watching some of those today. They usually do at such times. Now all I can do is sigh. I could sleep but I know my hss side might not like it – wasting a day sleeping when instead, we could have done something productive.
I wish I could insert here the music I am listening to right now. It sort of takes me to a time where everything is calm and still. I need to learn that – being still again. Technology has in some ways stolen something precious from us and it is only in these serene quiet moments I realize that. Is it sad? I think it is. May be that is why I always turn to coffee at such times. The taste and the scent takes me back to a serene place in my heart and my soul.
What a rare and precious gift it is – to dress in that warm sweater and sweatpants and sit on that wilted but comfortable cushion chair, hands wrapped around a cup of hot coffee, hairs in a messy top bun, the sun kissing the skin on my face, while I listen to some soothing music or read my favorite book or just let silence be my music, and watch my plants – green and healthy, swaying to the gentle breeze. What a pleasure, what pure fun.
Sigh. If only I was Anne with an E with a cottage at the countryside. Minus the orphan part of course. The Cuthberts will have to do as neighbours or or maybe, family friends. Ah, wishful thinking and all that stuff. Now I will have to make do by reading the series.
With hope that we can all find our happy place.