Today I love strong hearts that stand fast beside friends in need. I love people who, knowing fully that they cannot reverse the disasters that have befallen others, do not shy away from trying to support those who are affected. I love people who are where they need to be when others are in need. I love that Steve Poltz tells us all to tell cancer to just Fuck Off and I applaud that sentiment even if I get censored for saying it here (and I hope I don’t because the strength of the language in that song lyric is not overstepping the strength of my emotion in this regard and may in fact be falling short). I love how a community like mine pulls together and holds tight to all those who need to be held when there is a need to make others aware of their worth and their value and the mark they have and are and will be leaving here. I love how determined this town can be when someone here comes up against a mountain and begins to climb over it, I love how people in this town simply pull up their socks and start climbing with them.
Today I love that it is Saturday and this day is so full of this community’s culture from the market to the museum to the Great Lake Winds concert and more. I love how so many of the towns and villages around here have Santa Claus Parades and Wiarton is having one tonight and we are thinking that might be the place to be going. I love how having to decide to do something on a Saturday night in this area always means having to decline the opportunity to do several other equally compelling things. I love this crazy time of year.
I love that there are now seven decorations on our tree. I love that I keep intending to get some ornaments but I never seem to make it to the place I want to go to to do that. I love that if these seven ornaments are it for this year, they will be enough for me, they are a good start. I love that there is the very strong possibility that more will be made soon. I love that origami seems to be the theme of our tree now and I’m okay with that.
Today I love how coffee shores me up and keeps me going with its dark, rich, magical strength while I ponder the possibility that I might be able to replicate an ornament I made under supervision. Let’s see, shall we?