Reverence, Connection, Gratitude — Personal Peace Practices for 2026

I'm writing this in the early days of 2026, but these ideas will be applicable regardless of the time of year. 

Off and on over the last several weeks I've been struggling to write a "proper" new years post -- you know, something that would be useful and relevant and hopefully make a difference for someone reading it.

I say "struggling," because most attempts to work on it have been a tussle between the part of me that says "I want to write something worthwhile," and the part that says "You cant. Here, I'll show you why."

So, putting that aside for a moment and accepting that I might not succeed in writing anything "proper" for the new year before the new year becomes old, here's something that I hope will be easier to write.

It has to do with presence, reverence, connection, and gratitude, all of which I was thinking about recently while making and eating breakfast. 

Lets begin with breakfast

Right before I sat down to write this, I cooked a batch of one of my favorite breakfasts -- porridge made with whole oats and a variety of other things.

This is quite an involved process. The time consuming part is fermenting the oats for digestibility. The fun/fiddly part is adding in a variety of things for texture, taste, and added nutrition. (Depending on my mood and their availability they include things like rose-hips, sultanas, shredded coconut, fennel seeds, nettle seeds.)

So I do all that in a batch to make about 7 breakfasts worth, then I cook it all up and put it in a large jar in the fridge. After that, when I want porridge for breakfast I spoon some out and cook it again, adding an egg to it and sometimes some coconut oil.

None of that is unusual for me; what was different was that today I had the luxury of a morning all to myself -- so it was easier for me to pay full attention to what I was doing.

And that leads me to presence and reverence.

On presence and reverence

This morning before I came into the kitchen I had just been outside in the garden, also paying full attention to what I was doing. 

That had helped me get into a state of presence, even a state of reverence.

Reverence could be described as "a feeling or attitude of profound respect, usually reserved for the sacred or divine." (collinsdictionary.com)

I'm aware in an intellectual way (I imagine you are too) that life itself, to be alive on earth enacting this one precious lifetime, is something worthy of being present for. It's worthy of reverence.

But the hustle of modern life often makes us forget. Our conditioning makes us forget (more on that in a minute).

My focused, intentional time in the garden this morning had reminded me that my life is worthy of my presence and my reverence (regardless of whether I ever successfully write anything worthwhile again -- note to critic part of self).

Thankfully, I carried that awareness with me into my breakfast making and eating process.

Which is why, instead of reading or writing while eating as I often do when eating alone, I just...

... ate.

And I paid attention to what I was eating, which led to way more enjoyment and pleasure while eating than I normally experience.

On the conditioning that says "thou shalt not..."

The pleasure and enjoyment I experienced eating breakfast was a gift from myself to myself.

We are not typically conditioned to bestow such gifts upon ourselves. In our hurried modern culture we are much more likely to have been taught to hurry and get breakfast over with already so we can move on to the "important" things. Which is why we so often miss the real important things.

(And paying attention to the real important things is one of the reasons why this is called "A Real Green Life.")

There's a squirm factor for me in confessing that I derived pleasure from eating my breakfast and that I received that pleasure as a gift to myself -- which suggests that I have some seriously strong "not allowed" conditioning sitting around somewhere inside me.

"Thou shalt not experience pleasure. Pleasure is ESPECIALLY not allowed just for the sake of pleasure."

Anyway... Getting back to my story, all of that led on from there to an awareness of the connections represented in that bowl of porridge and a sense of gratitude.

On connection and gratitude

Somewhere, a farmer cared enough about their land and all the living things on it and in it, and the oats and the people who would eat them, to make the effort involved in growing these oats organically. Everyone involved in the supply chain between me and that farmer, including the lady who runs our local health-food store, cared enough to make these oats available to me.

Same with the rose-hips. And the coconut. And the nettle seeds -- oh boy, those are fiddly to harvest!!

And we raised the chicken that laid the egg, and in the process of raising chickens we're building soil and increasing eco-system health on our farm.

And for all these foods to grow the sun shone, the rain rained, the tides and the winds and the moon and the cosmos all ebbed and flowed, the myriads of critters in soil and water all did what they do, communities of living things all teeming and throbbing and pulsing with life... all so I could enjoy this bowl of porridge.

As I considered all this, I was able to receive a second gift that I very rarely bestow on myself -- the gift of feeling held, supported, provided for.

And that, I suppose, could make this into a "proper" new year post...

May this year be...

... a year in which we are able to free ourselves from the old conditioning that says things like "not allowed."

May it be a year in  which we are able to receive the gifts of presence, reverence, pleasure, connection, and gratitude more often, and thus live deeper, fuller lives with more of the "real" stuff, and less "shoulds" and "should nots."

Thank you for reading. I never underestimate the value of your time, attention, and presence, and I hope you don't either. ❤