Today I love the pounding surf as it thunders up to the shoreline and hammers its emotions out on the land. I love that it seems to me to know that it cannot get very far very quickly with anger, but it also knows that nothing can stand in its way forever. I love tenacity and determination, I love that I choose to learn these lessons rather than judge them. I love the water. I love the comfort I get from being near it, love the affinity I feel for it, love that on a possibly cellular level I feel like it is an ancestral home. I love living near the water, cottaging on the water, boating on the water, swimming in it, playing in it, lounging beside it. I love beach fires, the two most comforting elements side by side with me, water for sustenance and fire for warmth and safety. I love that although it is still too early in the year for most of these things to happen I am drawn forward to a time when they will all happen again and I am slowly starting to simmer with Summer excitement. I love being this close to the water, close enough to feel the spray and smell the damp air and hear the threatening thunder of each wave.
Today I love that the temperature is supposed to go up to 8°C which is 46°F today and it’s supposed to shoot up to 54°F tomorrow and that’s all good with me. I love that we’ve been getting lots of rain and that more was supposed to be here today and though I’m fairly certain it’s on its way it hasn’t shown up yet. I love waking to the small thunder of the rumbling of the creek in the middle of the night as it tumbles and falls down the creek bed beside the cottage on its way to the bay. I love hearing the birds that take sanctuary in our cedars, spruces and aspens here as they call to each other about how much the weather is changing and how it will be time to nest soon.
Today I love big breakfast with oatmeal and prunes and bacon and eggs and toast and jam and coffee. I love how that reminds me of breakfasts at my grandma’s house back on our farm. I love the way she would feed us cold cereal that she measured out by the handful and while we ate that she would take our orders for bacon and eggs and toast and juice and milk, and as we made our way through the measured cereal all those things would arrive at our places on the table in a steady stream with a cadence of love and cheer and happiness. I love that though the farm is no longer the family farm and my grandma is also long gone, she gave me these memories to cling to and to share.
Today I love drinking coffee while I listen to the pounding surf and contemplate the fact that three is not the only quantity that good things come in.