Today I love vacation weekends where we go on a trip and explore and adventure in a place that we have some familiarity with but never thought to spend time in before. I love that the road still calls even after all the hours we’ve spent on it lately. I love that I’m just coasting through this bug, whatever it is and just gliding along through my days and trips and explorations and adventures by not exerting myself excessively. I love that I feel tired, but every thing we go to do seems like something I can handle so far so I keep going at my own pace and I’m rocking it, at an Adagietto pace … go ahead and look that up. I love that even when I’m not feeling well and even when I’m on adventures, I’m still musically motivated and embedded. I love that my life always feels like it has a tempo and that I am almost always aware of what that tempo is to me. I love that my life’s tempo is almost always Allegro. I love finding places to work that offer new perspectives and their own ambiance that affects my tempo and I love contemplating the positives and benefits of those changes knowing that once I return to my usual places to be those effects will dissipate, yet continue to affect me.
Today I love libraries and the way they are always quiet yet welcoming. I love that there are no limits to the dimensions of a library in that whole buildings and communities, worlds and universes are contained therein. I love parks and the way that they to seem unlimited in their own way, offering peace and comfort and serenity, possibly because of the way that trees remind you that there are no functional limits to the depths of the earth nor to the vaulting vastness of the sky above, no matter the two-dimensional limits of a park’s boundaries.
Today I love breakfasting out and not having dishes to clean. I love plans for take out for dinner. I love walking in the warm air, feeling the coming rain in the day’s heaviness, soaking up the wondrous flavors and sensations of a warm April day. I love writing about normal, everyday things because it is when I write about them that I become aware of the magic that they hold. I love that even though we seem to spend our days looking to be comforted by the normal, when we discover the abnormal we are given new freedoms and taken to new places, given new ways for our spirits to soar.
Today I love drinking my coffee with relish while the sun lights up the clouds and shows me what my spirit looks like when I am ignoring it, begs me to rekindle my acquaintance with it, beseeches me to fly with it to new and adventurous moments.