Today I love this misty wet day. I love that I feel at home and comfortable when I can sit on the front porch and watch the rain fall while I write. I love that visibility is so limited that I can’t see more than a couple of blocks away and what I can see is viewed through a shimmering, silver grey screen of rain. I love that there are pearls of raindrops caught on branches and shining like chromium in the subdued light. I love that the air tastes so clean and so easy to breathe and the humidity eases the raggedness in my lungs as I slowly get back to normal with the new meds I got. I love weather like this even though it is looking very much like the dragon boat will not be able to head out for a paddle this evening due to potential lightning and wind issues, but that won’t be decided until later on, and the radar shows a potential hole in the weather system around paddle time, so maybe we will be out on the harbor yet this day. I love the way the world wide weather just comes and goes, rains and then shines and then rains again, as if we were not its concern at all, and of course we’re not.
Today I love that I’m in the studio most of the day finishing up my radio show for Sunday and I’ll really be enjoying that ’cause it’s the newest fun thing in my life unless you count all the other fun new things I’ve started since I started this and wow, has it really been over a year since I hit the airwaves for an hour every four weeks? I love that I always start my shows worrying about how I’ll ever possibly fill an hour of time and I end them wishing I had more time to fill because I had to leave some things out … Every. Danged. Time!
Today I love my big old hand made poncho that keeps me at the perfect temperature when the weather is chillin’ on me, because it was made with wool and with love so it’s better than electric, you betcha. I love writing outside because birds and rabbits distract me with their calls and their movements and those are my favorite kind of distractions. I love how easy it is to see the insignificance of one’s place in the grand scheme of things when I am outside on the front porch, one man in one seat on one porch among thousands in my little city and it is one small city among hundreds of thousands in this world and this world is one planet among trillions in the totality. And then to really feel small, I love to contemplate just where the universe is in relation to whatever else might be out there, and just what is it that might be out there and how vast might that be? But enough of that, I need another coffee, because …
Today I love sitting on my front porch and drinking coffee while I contemplate the vastness of all that I love.