Sources

of comfort..

I like to look at pictures of Norway.

I love the red wooden houses against the snow.

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If I see a blog about Norway, then I will follow it.  I also follow accounts on Instagram about Norway.

I like the wooden houses, the cosy interiors.

I love the crockery, windows, arrangements, the whole style.

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It soothes me, and calms me down, as it is all so cosy.

The little things

This is a post about the power of the little things and how they can help us.

When we are first diagnosed with Depression, people may say

Would you like to go for a walk?

Would you like a cup of tea?

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We might feel astonished at their lack of understanding.

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I used to hope for a miracle.

I thought I would feel better if I found a fantastic Doctor,

or if I fell in love.

 But the truth is nothing spectacular happened.

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I had to turn to small things to help me.

Cups of tea,

candles,

movies,

an afternoon in the garden,

fresh bed linen.

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‘Good Wives’ by Louisa M.Alcott is a wonderful book, but also sad.

In this book, Beth dies and Jo is bereft.

Jo hopes for help to come to her,

but does not notice the small things about her..

flowers,

the items belonging to Beth which were never thrown away.

These small things begin to bring her comfort.

I did not realise the significance of this when I read the book, as I was  child.

But now I can see how we are surrounded by sources of comfort .

I now know spectacular changes do not occur very often.

But a bubble bath,

daffodils,

a hot dinner,

hot chocolate..

all those things can help us.

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One small thing alone may not make a difference,

but a group of small things together can make  a difference.

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Comfort

Cats are a source of comfort.

I love the way they wash their faces, then curl up and go to sleep.

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They just want to be warm and have enough to  eat.  They are like hobbits.

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I like the joke which goes:

Dogs are stupid.  Eight cats would never pull a sleigh in the snow.

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Cats would get on the sleigh, snuggle under the fur wraps, and stare at us until we pulled the sleigh to a warm place where the cats could get something nice to eat.

Then they would wash their faces, and go to sleep.