Today I love the souls of people, their inner strength, their inner artist, their inner poet. I love that there are souls that thrive on lending help and hope and joy to others, because they know full well that they will get it back with interest and thereby have more to share. I love souls that are well worn and souls that are worn well, souls that keep quietly out of sight but watch for their chance to affect positive change and souls that boldly make their presence known and defy the possibility that there is a situation they cannot have a positive effect on. I love happy souls and pensive ones, adventurous ones, bold ones, timorous ones and tenacious ones. I love the soul that hides from the light and hopes things will work out but then cannot refrain from stepping into the brouhaha when it becomes obvious that they must act and when the dust settles they glow with embarrassed accomplishment and try to quietly return to the shadows even as they shine from the excitement of having done the right thing. I love the souls of every color and stripe, and I love the people those souls reside in.
Today I love the coming thaw. I love that Autumn is pressuring us to steel ourselves for the coming months, but is having pity on us this weekend and is letting us bask in the balmy low forties on Saturday (for those of you who speak Celsius, the language of my people, we are hoping for a plus 7 ° day tomorrow). I love that along with the milder temperatures I’m hoping that my throat will magically repair itself and my finger that was injured will be up for playing guitar this afternoon at the good old open mic and coffee house at the Bleeding Carrot in the heart of down town Owen Sound, Ontario. I love that if either of those maladies proves to be less than rectified I will probably fake being okay and just keep on going as if I always play and sing that badly … I’m pretty sure no one will notice.
Today I love that I have built two plat pack furniture pieces that were quite involved and am almost done assembling a third one. I love that there are three more to go in the near future and they are all smaller and all identical to each other. I love that the dining room is hopefully going to end up being a dining room again and that means we get to start eating again. Ha ha, sorry, a little joke. I love that when the dining room storage is organized the kitchen overflow will hopefully be controlled and then we will feel like the kitchen isn’t constantly on the edge of being declared a disaster area.
Today I love drinking coffee by the jug full while I contemplate the next step of assembly in the new dining room plan.