If I had a choice...

If I had a choice, today I would be wearing RM Williams boots, my oldest comfiest jeans, a crisp natural linen/cotton shirt, and be working outside.

I'd end the day with slightly-stiff, well-worn and pleasantly tired muscles. Perhaps a spot of sun-blush on my nose, and the potential for a truly good night's rest.

I'd have enjoyed every task completed, lived each moment to the fullest, stopped to notice natural beauty and eaten slow-cooked, hearty food around a table with those I love.

I would have breathed deeply of fresh air. I would have appreciated the textures of everything I touched, and delighted in rough and smooth, soft and hard. I would have run my hands over plant and soil, just to feel them beneath my fingertips.

I'd have to pick out the leftovers of my working day from beneath my nails, and scrub my toil off my skin - but know that I've accomplished something good and done something I loved.

Perhaps I can't have that ideal right now, but today there will be snatches of moments where I can live and love and truly be. All I need is to remember them, notice them and fully experience them.