Today I love the long roads, the journeys that seem like they might never end, and the truth that we rarely consider … that life is a journey and most of us hope the end is no time soon. I love long road trips and I love adventures that cannot be done in a day. I love when one adventure leads to another one and I especially love when I embark on one adventure because I know it will lead to others. I love when something I’ve done leads me to something I’ve always wanted to do, but I love when something I do leads me to something I never realized I wanted to do until I did it and found that another piece of my soul was waiting there for me. I love that sometimes this happens with big things and sometimes with little things, but they always seem to be gigantic when they happen. I love that recording a one hour radio show once every four weeks is a little thing but it is so much fun (even if I sound laid back on the air) and I never felt one way or the other about it until I did it. I love that I can honestly say that I never thought I would be where I am in this life when I was younger.
Today I love the cat across the road that looks like it is wearing a black jacket, white shirt and pants. I love that it seems to be always on an adventure itself. I love that, although it crosses the road, it clearly has respect for vehicular traffic and waits its chance and then scurries quickly. I love that it is another part of my neighborhood and I love my neighborhood. I love that all the kids seem to have backpacks that are almost as big as they are. I love how many parents go by, child in hand and carrying a child’s backpack on their shoulders. I love the one dad who proudly wears his daughter’s bright pink pack and smiles at her as she bubbles with observations on her way to school.
Today I love Unknown letters in my Alpha-bits. I love that I started wondering if they made that cereal for other countries. I love that I imagined them as Egyptian and Chinese hieroglyphs. If they don’t exist yet … dibs on creation rights.I love the frosty, dusty grey-blue of the new growth on the blue spruce in the front yard, I love how it has become the tree of my home and is replacing the one that used to grow off the side of my old deck and be a home for dozens of lives all year long. I love that I”m dreaming of putting up a bird feeder here on the front porch to see if the same thing will happen again.
Today I love drinking coffee on the long roads, even if some of them are traveled here at home.