Feeling abundant in slim times

Really I haven't blogged here since the Fair in September?
That's because Ive been a hardworking worker bee, flying to this project and that and doing everything to keep it all together.
Sometimes I juuuuust manage to keep it all together and other times I wonder if its going to come together at all.
Regardless, December never fails to kick me in the Christmas balls.
So I decided to do what always makes me feel more "abundant"....list stuff Im grateful for.
From having too much "stuff" that I need to declutter (where others have nothing) to making inventory of my pantry and remembering people live on the street with no pantry. It doesn't take long to feel abundant.
Getting in my kitchen and making a sumptuous (to me) dish makes me feel very abundant and not so bad about things.
Todays project was my first "tomato bisque" soup using ingredients I had on hand and a blender.
Substitute milk for heavy cream if you don't have it and a little corn starch as a thickener and voila- a perfectly wonderful little "bisque" I paid hardly much for.
Time to cook for yourself- that's a luxury not most have- so thats abundance and I so appreciate time over money most days.
So if things feel bleak-try some abundance projects. I also "stow" things away for lean times. Like gifted wine...I will save that for a rainy day or a particularly lean holiday. Random spare candies or treats get set aside for poor times or gifts like dvds, records or books that I never had time to sit down and enjoy become little treats to immerse in when I do get a moment.
Very thankful for all I have, it's a lot.
It's an abundance.

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