Small treats

This post is inspired by this lovely post by my blogger friend Relyn http://comesitbymyfire.blogspot.in/2012/11/small-treats.html on her blog 'Come sit by my fire'

Small Treats, those tiny little things that, can brighten an otherwise dull, crazy or bad day in just a moment. The magical little things that make up magical little moments, which make life vibrant and beautiful.

My Small Treats

 include 

Surprises, getting them and giving them * getting flowers * Daisies * Sunsets * Teddy Bears * watching my gold wish swimming in it's bowl at night * walking on the cold damp grass * enjoying a walk in the cool breeze on a silent night * star gazing * dancing * listening to music with lights dulled and letting it take me on a high * watching one of my fav movies at home on a Saturday night with bowl of soup, burger and ice cream tub * warm nice smelling bubble bath with music in the back ground * talking to friends * writing letters * making personalized gifts * crafts * painting shirts * watching children play * a warm glass of milk with ginger bread * watching the first snow of the season sitting on the porch * reading a nice book tucked up in my quilt on a winter night * dreaming about finding love and spending a lifetime being in love * spa * helping someone in need * the look on the face of an elderly after spending some time with them * hugging someone when they are feeling low * long drive in the country at night with music and wine * cooking * baking cakes and cookies * desserts * the feeling after doing my one good deed for the day * getting hugged and kissed by mom while I'm still in bed * sharing a casual laughing moment with dad * feeling of being taken care off* pillow fights * shoes * a well fitted party dress * sitting in a bar with a drink and music * lying on the grass under the sun on a cold winter's day * the smell of autumn * the spirit of festive season * singing * sitting in a coffee shop on a rainy day with a warm mug of coffee while I write a few lines * rich creamy hot chocolate * painting * the smell of sunday mornings * dreamless peaceful sleep * memories * good times with friends * eating roasted marsh mallows * halloween parties * saying thank you * picnics * travelling * open air candle light dinners * reading poetry *

all that I can remember at the moment, but it's just the tip of the ice-berg. What are your small treats?

I Believe...

The way u treat people describes your character.

 So if u want to know what people feel about u, look back and see how u treated them.

 U treat someone well, they feel good about u, u treat someone like shit, they feel crappy about u. 

Perception is relative. 

So be careful about the way u treat people.

Musing

Been a while,

 since I have done some writing, 

apart from maybe a few lines,

 bits and pieces here and there, not much.

I was wondering why?

 because writing gives me joy, 

joy because it is an instrument through which I communicate

  not just with people around me, 

but also with myself. 

most of the times

I express thoughts better while writing than speaking

In fact

as I begin writing about them

my thoughts start getting clearer

problems start making sense

I understand myself better

And

solutions start coming to me

And I end up in a better shape

then when I began.

Then why haven't I written in such a long time

actually

why haven't I been able to write?

The answer,

I guess is that I write,

when my conscious and unconscious mind communicate with each other

The conscious mind,

 struggling with it endless queries and confusions

While

The unconscious mind

tries to help it look at things

with a clearer perspective

in the process

clearing the clutter,

making sense out of the chaos.

I have not been able to write

because

I have not been at peace

I have been galloping, worrying, chasing

while 

the unconscious mind 

has been trying

to tell me 

to 

slow down

calm down

quit chasing

to accept what I have heard

but 

I am refusing to acknowledge.

That

what has to happen shall happen

that for everything

under the sun, there is a season and reason

and 

that 

I need to only do what I can

do what I want to

do what I feel is right

and 

forget about the rest.

no amount of 

chasing

wanting

worrying

is going to make a difference.

I am not writing

because

I am refusing to listen to the dialogue

happening within.

(P.S - at the end of this post of course I will start the process of trying to listen)