Today I love the calm water rippling sweetly and gently between the dock and the shore. I love the way the light focuses through the wavelets and lines the bottom of the bay full of clear water. I love that while yesterday the water on our shoreline was full of whirling churning sand it was clear if you got about a hundred yards out and so that’s what we did, paddled out in our kayaks and once again took up exploring the never ending bottom of the bay. I love that although it is too cold out so far, we haven’t given up on going swimming yet. I love that there is also talk of golfing today and maybe there might be a bit of fishing as well. I love when “On this day” on Facebook reminds me of some poetry I had written. I love that poetry can take you places that surprise, or it can lead you exactly where you thought it would in a way that you enjoy.
Today I love this: “Autumn, I loved you years ago. And every time you come around I swear I will not be taken in by your beauty again. I promise myself I will not be courted by your cool airs and your sweet scents and your confident, knowing smiles. I promise myself every time you show up that I will not let you lead me on, only to be dropped in three short months into the hands of beautiful, crystalline Winter. Every year I promise, and every year
… I fall” ~ ©2015 KB
Today I love that I have the luxury of taking it easy when I’m not feeling well. I love that my not feeling well is all on the antibiotics and that I will start to feel better in exactly three weeks and five days. I love that this sacrifice of my wellness is to determine if I could be made even more well without surgical intervention and that would be a great thing. I love that I can still do things, and though it takes an effort, those things are always worthwhile once done. I love that I am looking over my resume and finding things that need to be updated. I love that I recently was reminded that my blood type is B-Positive, because … what else could my blood type actually ever be, am-I-right? I love that, when I’m not being dosed with drugs that are unacceptable, I get to donate blood.
Today I love drinking coffee on the couch at the cottage by the sparkling water while I write these words and then get ready to cut the lawn (Yes, grandma, on a Sunday, yes, I am sorry about that …).