Today I love that I am on Holidays. But I love my job and I love writing these posts. My intention is to keep writing “Today I Love …” while I holiday, but I’ve made provision to republish some of my favorite posts if I cannot access the internet on any particular day. Today is one of those days, but I love that I get to share this post from January 27th, 2016 with you again. Please, read on …

Visitors sign the guest book

Visitors sign the guest book

Today I love tracks in the snow. It’s one of the things about winter that I really enjoy. In the Spring, Summer, and Autumn when you get up in the morning you can easily delude yourself into thinking that everything is the same as it was when you went to bed, but in the winter, you can see that your yard has been visited, the beasts and birds leave their calling cards by signing the snow with their footprints. And mother nature cleans the page of signatures by adding new layers of snow or wiping clean the bright white slate with scouring winds. I love finding that old friends have been by to check on me, some I’ve never met, and some I see all the time.

Today I love that there will always be more music. Last night’s choir practice rolled on rails and today it’s band practice and guitar practice. And later on it’s my niece’s wedding reception, there’s probably going to be music at that, right? I love how music takes you right into the centre of joy and pain and lets you experience it in a way that makes you able to tolerate the worst things and thrill with the best ones. Music is a treasure, a resource, and a strength. I love that there is music in my life.

Today I love that I will be writing this morning. I’m not sure which project I’ll be working on, but I will be writing because that is what I’ve decided. Photography requires subject matter, painting requires good light, writing requires only the will. That means that a writer has to create his own subject and light, and perhaps that’s why they often put off their work, because there is no writing light that may disappear, no subject that can be erased by time. So the writer has to say, “I will write.” So I’m saying it. This morning I will write. That’s love, that’s writing love.

Today I love coffee, the writer’s fuel, the juice that flows through the creative mind that brings forth words and music and wills them onto paper or screens. And best of all, a cup of coffee in the morning while wandering the yard to see who has been to visit in the night or over the last couple of days. Coffee accompanies contemplation so well, and contemplation inspires. And I love being inspired.