Today I love the hunters who live in my village. I love the way they stealthily creep about, looking for their prey. I love how they are almost never seen, but when they are their attitude is that if you saw them it is because they have dismissed you as not being a threat. I love the way they rule their domains, the way they bear no malice toward the local rodent population, but still intend plenty of ill will. I love the simple way they fit into their world. I love that the Zen-like faith of cats is unimpeachable. I love that they show the same respect to all strangers and the same again to all acquaintances. I love the way they zone in and deal with their world. I love how easily they make themselves at home. I love how tolerant they are of people, especially since they very often clearly believe they are superior in every way. I love how cats are able to overlook our flaws and weaknesses and even grow to love us despite our inability to ever convince them that we are a superior species. I love that, having accepted that they cannot get rid of us as a group, they have embraced learning how to put up with us … eventually.
Today I love that it is Friday and that means open mic. I love that I am writing in between yesterday’s TV taping of Our Community Stage and today’s tapping of the same, two episodes in two days. I love that I have plans for at least four more episodes and hopefully more than that. I love that music and art is so much a part of my life. I love that so many things are going on around here these days and wish only that they’d slow down a bit so I could take them all in. I love that I am busy, but I’d love it even more if all my busy was with music and art.
Today I love how much nature fills my world. I love the milkweed growing in the front and back yards and that it is getting ready to bloom. I love the neighborhood I live in and was just thinking that I haven’t lived in a city proper since I was four years old. I love the suburban noises that rattle and ring up and down this street, the beat of the pulse of life here, and the holiday air of children on vacation and parents packing cars for road trips.
Today I love drinking coffee to sharpen my senses so that I can hunt the hunter and watch him stalk the neighborhood, study his stealth, admire his skill.