We are always seeking comfort.
We look for it in every minute of our day, every moment of our lives. It’s what we need, what we use to fuel us forward.
Even in the midst of our dreams we look for that touch of warmth that gives us a little bubble of pleasure. It is this pleasure that comfort brings us, that ignites our sense of well being, which in turn, lets us know all is well in the world, at least in our own little corner of the world anyway. And sometimes that’s all that counts.
Whether it be small or large moments of the heart, or merely the slip of a moment we spend sitting quietly in the shade, we crave the softness of what makes us feel good.
We all have a different lists I’m sure: puppies, kittens, that lovely spoon full of sugar that Mary Poppins sang about, clean fresh sheets, a hug from someone you love that makes you feel like you could just float away, the new book that promises hours of enjoyment, all of it adds up to a shiver of home comfort which allows you to power up for the next battle life may bring.
For me just the other day, it was…believe it or not…a peanut butter sandwich. There I was at work, starting to get a wee bit sluggish in the late morning, when I remembered what was on my lunch menu that day. I swear I wanted to high five myself! I was, truthfully, taken aback for a moment: I’m excited about a peanut butter sandwich…a peanut butter sandwich? Hmmmm, I thought. I wonder if that is a good thing or a ‘maybe I should worry about my life’ thing?
Nope, I decided there and then, it’s a good thing.
It was rather nice to realize that my life is not so tangled up in past, present and future worries that it has forgotten about the simple pleasures of comfort.
I’m liking that.
I must check the flyer again for the next sale of peanut butter.