Today I love the morning sun as it rises on my newest day. I love that I have made it here, love that this is the only day that could have been used for today because no other day would fit. I love that each day is unique unto itself and that when we start to feel they are all the same, that is the days telling us to pay more attention. I love how each one of them brings me something new to ponder, something new to experience, something new to put in the vault of my life. I love that this day is full already and it’s only just begun. I love that it will include a drive along with all the other things that are listed in its itinerary. I love the sunlight reaching across the room as I write, glowing to my left and splashing all over the wall to my right. I love the jade trees glistening in the morning light by the patio door, they look so stoic and yet they are quite a happy sight. I love that the shadow of the patio umbrella on the morning wall looks like some kind of weird traveler wearing a hood and seeking shelter in my living room. I love this life of pleasing pleasures.
Today I love that, as I write, I am listening to one of my old radio shows that I recorded right after I’d been to the specialists to have my heart tested and I love the music I chose for that show. I love that I get to make radio show episodes and I love that this month I get to do two of them. I love music and the way it seems to be a natural part of the world and of my life. I love that my mother loved music and that one of my earliest memories is of her playing a song on an old table top jukebox that we really couldn’t afford to play in a restaurant that I can’t tell you the location of, and though I was no more than three years old I remember that the song was Dominique by the Singing Nuns.
Today I love that memories are such a vivid and fundamental part of my life and of my joy of life. I love that I made quick porridge for two this morning because I forgot to make the big pot of porridge last night for our breakfast for the week, and it turned out okay, if you’re really hungry, and just passable if you’re not that hungry, but it got us through breakfast and that was important to me. I love that I often make a mess of things but I am well versed in fixing my mistakes.
Today I love drinking coffee while I write in the morning’s light and watch it slowly fade as the sun climbs up into the oncoming grey clouds of a darkening day.