Today I love the quiet joy all around, like that found in happy relationships. I love seeing people who have found their hearts desire and are comfortable in the company of that desired person, happily anticipating reunion and savoring the company when the reunion happens. I love watching love. I love that I get to work out of my office one day a week and that I am in a place where the world goes on about its business and just accepts me sitting here in this little café watching it go by, watching it go ’round. I love this world, this life, this planet. I love it so much that I hold on tight to every day, to every experience, to every adventure. I love when the sky is grey and the dawn seeps in quietly in the morning. I love when the sky is clear and the dawn lights the morning horizon on fire. I love the dawn no matter how it arrives and I love this morning and its quiet grey sky just as much as any other. I love this Wednesday and its measure of peaceful happiness that it is cheerfully sharing with me. I love that today is a good day.
Today I love having lots of work to do and that all my days work starts with writing this post. I love that part of my day every day is writing. I love that I write every day of every week and every month. I love that I write on holidays and vacations. I love that there have been no more than ten days where I haven’t written in the last four years and I love that on those days I felt incomplete and undone. I love that part of today’s writing is to finish off this weekend’s radio show script. I love that I have somehow found my way onto the radio and the television these days and though I often miss my own radio show and I’ve never seen a single episode of my TV show, I’m having a lot of fun doing those things as a natural extension of my writing.
Today I love café music playing in the background. I love that there is a picture of me as a baby that will be sixty years old this June. I love that I am this old now and yet I’m shocked to be this old, and that’s kind of worth loving too.
Today I love drinking my café coffee on this day of quiet joy while I contemplate being as old as that picture and a little bit more.