Today I love the dappled light on my office window that filters through the majestic spruce that shades my deck. I love remembering that that spruce tree was shorter than I am when I moved here 30 years ago. I love the way the light makes my office look on sunny days. I love just sitting here writing without a light turned on, just the sunlight moving gently around the room and the shadows dancing interpretatively on my walls and floor. I love that lighted days like this make me want to stay holed up here all day long and just write, but there are things that need doing and I know I’ll love those things when they are done. I love that love always wins no matter what I choose for my day.
Today I love that there will be music today. Practice is on the books for the show we are doing on the 30th of April, and I know I need a lot of practice so I can’t be skipping that. I love that tonight my friend, Lori Ross, is having her book launch at the Ginger Press for her latest book, “Proud-To-Be Original Canadian.” I love that there will be traditional flute playing and informative discussion at the book launch. It’s really too important a book to just say “Here it is, try the cheese and crackers” as a launch. I lover that whenever Lori writes a book, she puts so much into it. I love that this day has dawned in such a stellar way for this event.
Today I love that yesterday I made as much progress as I had wanted to in the reorganizing and downsizing of my giant household. I am taking a break from that today, though I’m taking some recycling and maybe some garbage to the transfer station, and I may end up doing more work just because I often see little things that could be done quickly and before I know it I’ve done a bunch of them and collectively they are a big thing. I love my plans, love that there is room for sorrow and missing things, and love that there is room for new things to love and grow fond of. Sorrow and missing things are signs that you had good in your life, and that’s worth loving, but in the end, the only treasures you get to keep are memories, and mine all fit neatly in my heart.
Today I love coffee, and I’m going to have another cup right now while I remember that old spruce tree being four and a half feet tall and how much joy and fun has happened around its trunk while it grew to these sixty plus feet that it proudly stands at now. I wonder if it’s been sneaking sips of my coffee?