Today I love the quiet after, after the weekend , after the wonderful guests have returned to their homes, happy and chattering, after the days of revelry have wound down, when I can stop and contemplate the fun we had and ponder the ways in which we all connect. I love that the people who were here for the weekend were such an eclectic lot, and such is the ways of family. I love way the brightly colored collection of people and things adorn the quiet muted greens and blues and silvers of the water and the land here, love how it all fits together and how when the people leave and the things are put or taken away this place is just as beautiful in its serenity. I love the quiet of a cottage morning when there are people quietly reading and writing and the lake is hosting children in the distance who are testing the boundaries of their adventurous spirits. I love the smell of breakfast still hanging in the air inside, love that breakfast is still on my mind because it was pretty good, even if I do say so myself. I love that there are kayaks waiting to be paddled and a hammock waiting to be swung in and chairs waiting to support people in quiet moments of bay side contemplation and conversations of hope and anticipation.
Today I love that there will be a rumbling session of packing and loading and a return to that other life in the little city of our residence where we will continue to work at making things better in any way we can for whomever we might happen to come in contact with and for ourselves as well. I love that there is valid and surging anticipation among us when we contemplate the things we might find in our backyard garden, so exciting to think of food just lurking in the beds out back. I love that we keep getting more involved in growing food each year.
Today I love my quirky sense of humor and the way that I can make it fit into the world … or maybe make the world put up with it. I love that there are people who can start swimming and just keep going, and though I am not one f them I love that I love one of them. I love that this world keeps right on turning and will do so and do so well long after I have ceased to disturb the dust with my footfalls. I love that, although the proceedings and occurrences of this last week have reassured me of my mortality I am slowly forgetting that and returning to the contemplation of my next 100 years.
Today I love drinking coffee in the quiet aftermath of a weekend well spent.