Today I love people who seek themselves, are looking for themselves. They are looking for the good and they are hoping to cultivate that. Some absent themselves from their communities to do so, while others just spend lots of quiet time looking inward. I love that they are really looking for the ways in which they can show that they are happy, the ways that they can share that happiness with others. They are seeking within themselves that which they can offer to the world. They are seeking the inner manifestation of their love.
Today I love sounds I hear from across the vacant fields each day when the children at the school nearby are turned loose on the schoolyard for recess and lunch time. I love the homogeneous cacophony of squeals and laughter and unbridled joy that crashes up on my beach, wave after wave, from the ocean of childhood over there. I love that I wish I could be one of those children once again and play tag and baseball and tell stories and talk sports and create imaginary worlds built higher and stronger and better than anything the real world had ever seen or will ever see. I love that I long to do all the things that we did in our little slots of freedom.
Today I love breakfast plans that include the remnants of the veggies from Saturday at the market. I love that I live so close to everything in my little town and I love that even in a big city little communities exist just like mine. The only difference is that on the edges of my little town there is countryside, on the edges of a little town in a big city are other little towns. I love that mostly everyone lives in a little town.
Today I love coffee. And if I get my work done early enough today I may just wander down to some café and have a coffee and see who passes by the window and doodle some notes and search for myself in among the lyrics yet unwritten that I know are waiting for my hand to create. Coffee’s good for that.