Delights
A few weeks ago, I purchased The Book of Delights by Ross Gay at the suggestion of brittdreams. It's a beautifully written book of daily essays - I LOVE daily musings and lyrical writing - and I have been reading an essay or two out loud whenever the mood strikes. They only take a few minutes, and usually spark additional conversation.
The author refers to things he experiences as "delights," such as a specific flower he passes on his daily walk, the color of a door frame, the way the light hits the water, the small knowing looks exchanged between strangers. Steve and I have started naming delights in our lives as well. It's a good way to focus on the small joys.
- Grim's brown fur in the sunlight - delight! (He's ostensibly a black cat)
- The smell of grass and flowers on a walk - delight
- A shared joke - delight
- The softness of our sheets - delight
- Our coffee mugs - delight
- A small child enthusiastically waving or saying hi - delight
- Snuggling into cat fur, their mews for attention, the way they love us - delight
- Hugs - delight
- Sitting outside in the sun - delight
- Precious little plant leaves - delight
- Stitch markers - delight
- The lines of a tattoo - delight
- Knitted swatches - delights (although that's kind of cheating... in Lisey's Story, they reference "small knitted squares gifted along with a finished afghan" that are referred to as Delights, and they are obviously swatches, so of course I call them delights as well)
• Every single stitch in my current shawl (Grotine number 2) - delight
A rainbow of colors knit in linen stitch