Today I love the web of life and the way in which all things are connected, even those things and beings that don’t see these fine and lacy connections that tether us, one to each other, in ways that make us all resonate quietly in the dark corners of our being if we will but listen. I love that the water is a part of me and that the earth is too. I love that the sky is my shield and the air is my support, that the earth is the soft bed beneath my footfalls. I love that the trees and plants and grasses are the walls of my world, guiding and protecting with the hallways and rooms they define in the maze of my lifetime. I love that this planet is a gift from the universe to me and to all of us and that it continues to feed our souls while we learn how to take care of it through many trials and many, many errors. I love that my days are punctuated with love and adoration for this planet and the things that it shares with me. I love that love dwells comfortably in my heart and in my home.
Today I love this Sunday feeling that permeated the morning as I slept in and didn’t get out of bed until TEN FREAKING O’CLOCK!!! I love that I haven’t slept that late since I was in my teens or maybe twenties, and even though I awoke several times and checked the time and thought I would just get up, I always seemed to fall back to sleep. I love that the last twenty minutes of that time was spent with a cup of coffee in my hand and the sun searing through a brilliantly white foggy sky outside the open window. I love that breakfast was eaten on the deck overlooking the water and that we wandered out to the end of the dock and felt the water and smelled the fresh, clean air and I have decided that walking off the end of the dock is still the best way to get in for a swim and so that will be happening later today.
Today I love that it is sunny and clear now that the fog has been burnt off. I love that there are the distinct noises of rhubarb crisp being assembled in the kitchen behind me while I write. I love that today my desk is my laptop lying on my lap and that my office chair is this big old leather recliner that came with the cottage and seems like an indelible part of the cottage story.
Today I love the string of jewels that I found on a web while drinking coffee on the end of the dock, the evenings gentle way of warning insects of the danger that lurks in the shadows of the day.