I have been guilty of complaining about the thorns rather than smelling the roses of late.
I returned to London today after a one week holiday. I came back a day early to try to break myself in gently. After settling into my accommodation I took a stroll over to St Paul’s Cathedral gardens. It is one of my “headspace” places.
Today I sat in the garden and rejoiced because the thorn bushes had roses. Hundreds of the sweetest smelling, brightest, softest petals. And yes, I did get hold of one and prick my fingers on the thorns but I didn’t care because the perfume was filling my nostrils and reminding me to use at least three of my senses. Touch. Smell, Sight.
What have you seen today that made you aware of your senses.