Does mental agility count?

What’s the most fun way to exercise?

‘Fun-exercise’? Isn’t that an oxymoron? Just kidding!

I get exercise and light( never underestimate how important light is to your well-being)  several times a day, with Patch.

Yep, it isn’t anywhere near the cardiovascular that we should aim for, but hey, that’s how it is. I’m out for hours every day, getting fresh air and finding peace with nature.

Exercising my grey matter for an hour or so every morning is fun, we’ll not fun exactly, but I like to do it. I guess it’s more of a habit now, anyway. A full round of Zen Word a few of Spider Solitaire is a given. I change the third game on a whim. Those screw fix things or moving liquid around in bottles. Can’t think of their names offhand. But I’m sure it does give my brain a bit of a workout.

So, that me and exercise.

In the moment

What activities do you lose yourself in?

WP you asking bloggers about which activities they lose themselves in. Mmm, now then, I wonder what one of them may be? 

Is being out in nature an activity per se? Walking is obvs, but I am talking about immersing myself in nature. Being mindful of every single moment, movement, sound. The smell of the woods, hearing the stream race along. The sun shining through the trees or rain  dropping from the sodden leaves. The crunch underfoot or the slosh of puddles of mud. The birds.

I’m wondering. Maybe I lose myself in everything I do now that I have the time and space to do so?

Messaging with friends, making coffee, listening to the radio, looking out of the window-watching the squirrels, reading the posts of my fellow/favourite bloggers, driving everything, and anything i can think of.  even chilling. Yep, they all have my undivided attention, thesdays.

Where the Light Finds Us

What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in” Leonard Cohen ( 1934~2016)

Some questions make it sound as though growth comes from a few big, defining moments. As if we’re meant to point to the dramatic scenes and say, there… that’s where I changed. But most of the time, we’re growing in quieter ways.

There are the cracks life gives us without warning. Loss, change, surprise. They open something in us, and the light finds its way through before we’ve even had time to steady ourselves.

There are the tiny cracks, too, the ones we barely notice at the time. A kindness that shifts your mood. A disappointment that slows your pace. Small openings that don’t feel like lessons, yet they soften us all the same.

And there are the cracks we choose. The boundary we finally hold. The truth we stop swallowing. The moment we walk away from something that no longer fits. These openings carry their own quiet courage, and the light that enters through them feels earned.

Together, they shape us. Not in neat chapters, not in grand arcs, but in a steady, ongoing way. Big moments open us. Small moments shape us. All of them let the light in.

And maybe that’s enough to notice for now — the way the light finds us, softly, through whatever openings we have.