Today I love groundbreaking promises like the rhubarb in the back yard shrugging its shoulders and ignoring the snow it’s growing up through. I love that I am home in my chair for a few hours and resting myself up for another road run tomorrow. I love the flickering fireplace and the stately jade tree, my comforting shelf of movies, the wonderful afghan on the back of the funky plaid couch, the sweet smell of familiar food in the kitchen and the reassuring rumble of the laundry as it tumbles around getting clean. I love how everything just seems to keep on rolling along in a straight line even though when I look back I’ve clearly been around some curves in life. I love that when I step out of my comfort zone I always learn more than I thought there was to know about things. I love that great things never happen if you aren’t willing to admit that they are things you’d like to experience and so I am admitting that there are a lot of wonderful things I have not yet experienced that I would love to have in my life and so I am now no longer doing things that might make those things unknowable. Hey universe, bring me some wonder, I’m ready for it.
Today I love that my good and wonderful friend Caitlin Carpenter who started this whole “Today I Love …” stuff so many years ago is about to turn over the odometer on a year of seizure free life by getting through tomorrow, her 365th day in a row without a seizure when prior to that she had been experiencing seizures routinely and even daily. I love that she deserves to have this celebration because those damned seizures were the reason she started doing TIL (Today I Love …) when she decided that they were not going to be the biggest thing in her life and that her life was going to be about more positive things than crappy health punctuated with petite and grand mals. I love this woman’s determination, there is no greater force of nature than the tenacity of the love she shows in worshiping life despite her circumstance. Go, Caitlin!
Today I love living large in my own mind. I love engaging my own tenacity and stepping into my own life with purpose and determination. I love that there are fields of winter wheat sprouting in the more southerly parts of this province. I love that tomorrow we will be eating oatmeal. I love that this weekend is looking like a cottage weekend now. I love that my father will soon be eighty-six.
Today I love drinking coffee while I accept gratefully the groundbreaking promise of rhubarb, and contemplate making pie crusts soon.