I often wake up to the sounds of screaming children. Not just children playing, children screaming. And actually, it is more than often. I would say 90% of the time we wake up to screaming and arguing children. Given that I am not a morning person, having to dive right into mediating World War III does not usually go well. One of the first things I do after things are settled is make coffee. The scent of freshly ground beans mixing with boiling water soothes my soul. It takes me back to my grandparents.
I also love to cook. This morning I made myself an egg white omelet with baby portabella mushrooms and swiss cheese. Not only was it delish, but it was very soothing to make.
Music soothes my soul too. I listen to quite a range of music these days – a lot of things I’m willing to bet most people would never picture me listening to, even if they follow me on Twitter and are privy to my random music tweets. I love upbeat pop music, hip hop, latin, alternative, rock, classical and flamenco guitar, you name it, I’m there. Except for the Rolling Stones. And the Beatles. Although, today, for the first time ever, I heard a Beatles song that did not annoy the ever loving tar out of me. There’s hope yet for those young lads from Liverpool in my life.
Making loose leaf tea is also soothing for me.
I also like to drive on the open road, windows down, music blasting, nowhere to go, nowhere to be…. just me, the road, and some awesome tunes.
Sitting on the front porch while staring at the birds, rabbits, the cows and goats across the street at the farm, the zillionth cars getting lost in our neighborhood, breathing the fresh country air – I love all of these things.
Reading. Watching movies.
Going to church. Reading my bible (which I need to do more!)
These are healthy solace practices for me.
I lean toward the unhealthy when I clean. Or brush my hair. Or clean. Mostly clean. I don’t clean a LOT because I get afraid I will go overboard and cross that inappropriate line. And no, it’s not an excuse to keep a messy house. I have to go slow when I clean because if I don’t, I won’t sleep, I won’t eat, I’ll just clean. Which is great for the house, not so great for me.
What about you?
What are your healthy solace practices?
Your not so healthy practices?
Let’s get to just talking!
At the worst of my PPD and depression music helped a lot. Sometimes it helped me sort out what I was really feeling, and at times get the emotions out. I used to have a blog where I talked about music that either matched my mood or comforted me. It was a lot of fun.
ohhh, I love this post.
hot tea while curled up in bed with a book.
a sunny day with the windows down.
just-washed floors in the living room.
peanut butter M&M’s (okay, that’s a non-healthy one).
taking pictures of my family at the park.
waking up to sunshine past 7 o’clock on a weekend.
going for a good run by myself.