Photo-a-day 9: Noticing nature

frost tipped ivy

I was walking the dog this morning.

On familiar streets.

The routine was in full swing, until…

I was lucky enough to note, for me, a new phenomenon.

These frosted ivy leaves almost look Photoshopped. Nope, it’s the real thing.

And I thought…what else–during these days of retirement–have I missed when I fall into routines?

I Googled ‘noticing nature’ and came upon this article–an exercise, really–entitled none other than Noticing Nature from an interesting site called Greater Good in Action: Science-based Practices for a Meaningful Life.

Uncanny…in sharing this photo with you fellow retirees, I had unwittingly approximated the first two of the exercise’s four steps.

Give this site a try.

 

 

 

Photo-a-day 8: Savor your loved ones…

family photo

Srinivas Rao writes a moving piece entitled On the Time We Have Left With The People Who Matter Most To Us

Highlights:

  • “The ultimate measure of a meaningful life is time well spent on things and with the people who matter most to us.”
  • “We need to hear each other’s voices to touch each other’s hearts truly. And you can’t do that with tweets, status updates and text messages.”
  • “…we text more often than we call, we and we message each other more often than we see each other face to face. We choose short, shallow interactions over deep and meaningful conversations.”

Fellow retirees: This isn’t meant to slay you with guilt. Reading this five-minute piece can issue a minor wake-up call to all of us.

If we have the time, let’s maximize it
with the ones we love and appreciate.

Photo-a-Day 7: End Your Day With Laughter

boy laughing with book on his knee
Especially if it’s been ‘one of those days’.

The other night in bed, I read a news clipping [yes, on real newsprint!] about decluttering.

Good info and a relevant story.

But I foolishly scanned the flip side–a depressing rundown of Russia’s increasing influence in American politics.

When I finished, I turned out the light and settled in under the covers.

My eyes closed…and opened.

I was churning, unsettled.

I knew what I had to do.

Flick on the light and read from Jim Gaffigan’s book, Food: A Love Story.

Excerpt:

“Eating fries without salt feels like a sacrifice. What am I, a pioneer? When I have to eat unsalted fries, I often feel like I should be a contestant on Survivor, or something.”

Okay, now I was ready to sleep.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!