Today I love that it’s still summer even though that lazy summer sun has just now crawled up out of its bed in the east. I love how the sun rises with all the pomp and pageantry that only it could manage, doing so, no doubt, to distract us from the fact that it has been missing all night. I love how quickly we forgive its absence and accept its warmth and light each new morning.
Today I love the buzzing bees that are still active outside my window in the garden. I love that there are signs of autumn coming and yet most of those signs are signs that summer is still in the throes of industry. Bees and squirrels are wildly working away at gathering stores, and geese are holding flight school for the young, squawking displeasure at the chevrons, ragged but soon to be straight, as they decorate our sky.
Today I love the comfort of familiarity that things can bring. I love that I recognize how important my home is to me, even as I recognize the time is coming for me to move on. I love that so many comforting things will be coming with me, and I love that I’m learning to recognize the difference between comforting and convenient. I can tolerate being inconvenienced, so long as I can find some comfort in the things I choose to keep close to my heart. Friends and memories, the things my ancestors passed down, photographs and letters, items once shared that are now in my possession, there are lots of comforting things. I love that I recognize that being comforted isn’t the same as being comfortable.
Today I love coffee in the early morning light, watching the sun rise up from the trees on the horizon, feeling it warm my face while the coffee cup warms my hands and the coffee warms my stomach and the machinery of my mind. Sometimes one can be comforted and comfortable at the same time.