Today I love my freedom and I love those who paid such a high price for me to have it. I love that, though I am a pacifist, I am able to respect those who sacrificed so much in pursuing the freedom of the large part of the world that prevailed in war. I love that we now understand that those who sign on to military defense forfeit their lives as soon as they put on the uniform and only get those lives back when they retire from wearing that uniform and not all of them make it and rarely are their lives intact when they are returned to them. I love that we are understanding the cost of war more clearly these days and we are less likely, I hope, to use that option to settle differences. I love that there is always hope until there is none and even when there is no hope, those who survive reassess and renew hope, so somehow we must accept that while we toil at war and military actions there is no end to hope, for like the sun when extinguished by sunset hope will spring to life anew just as the sun returns with the next dawn.
Today I love that the visit to the emergency room yesterday yielded a treatment that seems to have been what was needed. I love that the swelling is going down and my finger no longer feels like it wants to split open from end to end like an over boiled hotdog. I love that it no longer feels hot and itchy too, and I really love that I can feel to type with it, ’cause I am one of those two-finger typists and not having that finger to type with was fifty percent of my typing digits. I love that even though I type with only two fingers I can still type over 40 words a minute when I’m on a roll.
Today I love that we are off to the cottage to check up on things and I’m looking forward to seeing the countryside of my youth under a blanket of snow, looking forward to having all the memories of skating and sledding and horseback riding in winter come flooding back as we drive. I love that the snow is making us think about cooking big meals and making comfort food. I love that the grocery flyers seem to cause visions of huge family gatherings and beautiful tables laid out with lavish meals. I love that these visions are always accompanied in my mind with a sound track of voices of long gone family members talking and laughing over conversations of love and kindness.
Today I love drinking my coffee in my living room while the snow gathers up memories for me to cherish and adore.