Today I love listening to echos of my past as neighbors rumble around the hood in the morning, speaking, dragging garbage cans to curbs, calling out to children, and I think to myself, “I remember being home and knowing it and here it is echoing in my life again, in my heart.” I love feeling what I felt, or at least imagining that the children in this neighborhood are feeling those emotions and sensations, that sense of “this is life and it’s okay” thing that I recall knowing with such certainty. I love this little corner of the city, folks saying “hi” and “bye” as they pass each other with lawn mowers and grocery bags, children in tow on the way to the bus stop. I love how much living here reminds me of my first childhood home on a cul-de-sac in Newmarket. I love that I am also reminded of my second childhood home on a quiet street in a country crossroads community, just by virtue of the feeling of being home. I love going for walks the last two evenings and that if I forget to turn my phone volume down the silly thing announces each kilometer completed and also tells me that I’ve stopped walking when I pause to look at something.
Today I love Fridays. I love that I’ve missed going to the open mic these last two weeks and that I am looking forward to hosting that today. I love that on this day last week I was at the TV studio and then the cottage, doing all the fun things required for different types of shows. I love that the evening concert at the cottage was worthy of its name, “Afterfolk!” I love being a musician and how that word encompasses so many possible tasks and creates such a varied community of people. I love how that community seems to have a lot in common when it comes to how people behave towards each other within the group, as if we are all family.
Today I love that we laughed this morning over the declaration that, “There Will Be Laundry!” said in the booming voice of prophecy, regarding what we will have to look forward to on Monday. I love how we each bring from our day the subtle nuances we pick up in interacting with those around us and we share them in words and actions.
Today I love drinking coffee as I admire the good job I did of getting the recycling out to the curb.