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. I can tell you that I made it to my destination, but way too late to be able to write a post. I do love that I get to share this post from January 23rd, 2016 with you again, though. Please, read on …

The temperature gauge outside the window

The temperature gauge outside the window

Today I love the ones that dance, whether they dance in their kitchens or in their living rooms or hall ways, or whether they dance in the cold to keep warm, or dance at a concert or at a show or an open mic or just while walking down the street when they were children, or walking down the street when they remember that once they were children. I love the joy of life that has to well up and overflow for that to happen and I love people who use their energy to let it happen and empower the dance rather than wasting their energy to subdue that joy. I love that those who subdue fear soon realize that fear dies. I love that there is music in my life, and that, while I don’t always appear to be dancing, in my heart I am.

Today I love that it is Saturday once again. Where does a week go in so much hurry? I love that life sometimes seems like an endless stream of Saturdays with these moments in between that are vaguely recognized as Mondays and Thursdays and such. I love that the rosy hued glasses of Saturday make other days look like moments in a string, like shiny beads around a neck. They are pretty, and taken together they make a nice strand, but their best purpose is to hold this brilliant medallion of Saturday up for all to see and admire.

Today I love nature lurking right outside my window. The trees are lit by the morning sun, the sky is wispy with cloud strands in the blue, the snow is draped on everything it can cling to and a Cardinal is nestled down in the Quince bush out of striking clearance from the hawk that has been cruising this part of his range lately. I love that you can gauge how cool it is outside by how much the birds puff up their feathers when they are sitting still. The bigger and fuller they fluff themselves up, the colder it must be. And today it’s fairly cool out there.

Today I love morning coffees. At home while looking out at the world, at the market with my breakfast, at the cafĂ© with friends, it’s all good stuff. Coffee, a glimpse of nature, and a dancing heart, what more could life need to be worth loving? I’ll be content with this.