I’d give up my current work and do something of more interest to me and spend more time in the help of others. I feel OK with the “am enough”. Getting to “have enough” is more difficult: my sense of scarcity, even in the face of Western comfort, causes me to resist that one.

This is far from my comfort zone. Not sure that I could. Being on the introverted end of the scale I can manage the connections I have and that’s enough. I’m looking at doing some volunteer work when the time is right. That may expose me to differences but that won’t be the reason I’d be doing it.

A bright cold winter’s morning in the countryside when the early light catches the frost and there’s no wind. You see your breath, sense the stillness everywhere, hear the orchestra of birds. There’s nowhere else to be. And it is true magic.

I assume this is outer voice not inner voice. I’m not one to hold back on voicing my convictions. So nothing springs to mind.

Kindness, comfort, love. Assisting with what they need

Me, my family, my friends, guides and countless thoughtful podcasts and also the conviction that a way through will be found and something good and interesting will emerge.

That I must be measured. That in every situation I must be compared with someone else and that that comparison can be favourable or unfavourable: someone must win out in the comparison. Either way that is not useful thinking.

The words are more likely to have the intended consequence, for good or bad. Let me make it good intentions today!

A little kindness has a ripple effect. When I receive it, unexpected, it lasts with me for quite a while. Decency is the glue that makes for healthy relationships

There’s a beach near where I’ll be today. I will walk on it with bare feet feeling the coolness of the sand and water, smelling the salt air, grounding my body to mother earth

I could give more of my time to help others. There is resistance from inside me on that, that I recognise and will get closer to, in order to see is that something that will step aside or even help.

Deceased members of my family. Still so much love. I lit candles for them the other day. There was a peaceful feeling in it.

Interesting question for me in that the smells I can think of usually evoke a more unpleasant memory. The best smell that I can recall is the smell of dog. That just gets me into a relaxed state!

One that evokes pleasant childhood memories is cut grass. In school we used to play with the cut grass in the fields – mainly having grass fights with each other (in a fun way).

For me this is an easy one: my dog. His benign presence is a comfort. When he’s sleeping beside me, particularly when he sighs in his sleep, it’s so relaxing. He can be a bundle of enthusiasm. He unconditionally shares his life with me. And then there’s all the oxytocin I get from giving him pets 😁

Thanks. I knew the music but wasn’t aware of this hymn.

Verena my curiosity is piqued. Can you say what the book was?

You’re welcome

So wise Kathy. I recall wanting to progress to a significant leader role. Eventually it came to me when I least expected or wanted it. I carried it for three years and then happily passed it on. Like you I am much happier behind the scenes. Isn’t it wonderful relief to realise that!