Today I love that I am feeling slightly better, my ears are still feeling funny but they started out better this morning, and the pressure in my sinuses seems to have shifted forward and may explode right out of my head any minute now. I love that I am home and comfortable, having that line up with not feeling great is always a bonus. I love that I have things to do and some of them are easy enough and the ones that aren’t so easy can be done in spurts so as to make it possible for me to recover as I go. I love that the things we were doing that took us on the road are done for now. I love driving and road tripping and discovering and adventuring away from home but I also love to be back at home when I’m done roaming the hills and valleys. I love that there is a bucket of rainwater on the deck and the sun is shining on it and the reflection of that sunlight is dancing, just for me, on the great room ceiling. I love that it is the reason that I have turned on the stereo, since I often forget to have music playing when I start to write.
Today I love when the sky is full of mare’s tails, those wispy, magical clouds that draw perfect pictures of surreal sky scapes that remind us that before we were artists, mother nature was a master. I love that every glance outside each morning reveals some new old magic that has arrived to remind me of the way things are and should be, grass piercing the leaf mat, buds swelling, daffodils bursting open, robins placing calls on the wind for mates to come see the location they’ve found that would be perfect for a nest.
Today I love saffron in soup. I love the even spaces of board fences. I love the dusty smell of roadways in spring. I love petrichor when the rain begins, like it did on Tuesday. I love that there is no call for rain today. I love bumbling through my writing work. I love when I think I have something to do but I suddenly remember that it doesn’t need doing, that’s a bonus, like it got done without me doing it, but it was never needed. I love sugar more than it loves me, but I’m okay with that, I’m a giving person that way.
Today I love sipping my coffee contemplatively while my head squeezes itself from the inside and the clouds drift by like spun sugar that I can’t eat.