The Bees Knees was born out of the love for the good ol’ days, when a warm jammy donut fresh from the supermarket was like hitting the jackpot and learning to swim without armbands meant you were basically in the Olympics. Ultimately, whatever we desire, we all, in the end, have the same agenda inevitably right? Happiness.
We go on diets, set ourselves long lists of goals, financially, physically, constantly pressing on to ‘what do we do next?’. We live in an age of achievers and believers. The sky’s the limit! Be the best. Achieve your dreams. It’s all out there for us to soak up everywhere we look. Ultimately, we are all doing it, to be happy. The question is, where does it stop? And what is to be said, for stopping. Just stopping. Slowing down and seeing what you already have that makes you happy.
The truth is, mindfulness is not some unattainable spiritual parallel universe that only the elite with their calm and serene beauty can enter into, as much as it seems to look that way on meditation retreats and that flood of #yogaeverydamnday posts you see on social media. Mindfulness, and indeed spirituality, is the basic concept of being present. It is there for all of us, in all it’s warm fuzziness, like a Grandma on your shoulder, reminding you to eat your greens, always take the stairs and use real butter if you want to live longer. She is often intensified in her effect with a good old fashioned dollop of laughter. The kind of wet your pants laughter that got you in trouble at school because you and your friend couldn’t make eye contact without snot shooting from your nostrils about nothing other than your love for that hopelessly ridiculous moment about nothing other than the fact you felt so happy you couldn’t hold it in. Wasn’t life better when we just instinctively knew how to be balanced and not always seek the secret answer?This book, is your book of warm fuzziness. It’s Grandma’s bible. A place for not transformation, but realisation. Realisation that you are pretty damn awesome just the way you are and so can be life.
The tools and practices that cover these pages are things you did without thinking once upon a time, basic, but oh so bloody important to that feeling we all aspire to be; happy.
Whether your pages are covered in ketchup with the scribblings of an exhausted mother who filled it in whilst eating a pack of munchies, hiding in the bathroom just so she didn’t have to share, or whether you treasure this journal like a magicians book of tricks and set aside time to colour, reflect and connect, know that what you nourish, will flourish. Whilst the lotus flower grows in murky waters, and the sweet pea in sunny quarters, both are equally beautiful and worthy of their place in mother nature.
There is happiness within you, and that happiness is often found in the most under celebrated, ordinary moments. When we stop to appreciate the old fashioned warm fuzz that’s still there, we realise that each day has its own moment that is totally, the bees knees. What’s important to remember is that the goal post for that feeling varies daily and can be different for us all. Adventure seekers, knicker leakers, fitness fanatics, hopeless romantics, stay at home Mums, take life as it comes, hectic, eccentric and even the skeptic all once upon a time, appreciated that feeling without questioning it. And those feelings were enough.
We take a little balance in what we do for ourselves, a bucket of gratitude and some basic human needs, and we have a game changer right there. Chuck in a healthy side serving of humour and honesty (and a slice of Battenberg if you need it too) and you are well on your way to an extraordinary ordinary. Just the way it was when you were a little.
Enjoy the ride.