Today I love the ragged bay
As it makes it’s steady way
Along the shore by our back door
Between the counties, Bruce and Grey
Today I love poetry, even when it’s just little snips that I have found rattling ’round in the back of my brain. I love that there are poems I have written that have been well received both as spoken word art and as songs. I love that there are people who know my work. I love that I spend so much of my time writing and I never thought I would be doing that when I was younger and had to constantly be doing physical things that required wits and skill in order to feel like my life had any sort of value. I love that I still split my time between the physical doings of things and the imaginary doings of tales told in words and sometimes verse. I love that I am certain that I will keep wording until I die. I love that words take me on long rides and that for those who listen, there is always a passenger seat available for them to join me on my trips. I love that there are adventurous souls who do just that, though I must admit I scarcely know what encourages them to come along. I love that I know others whose written journeys take me on trips and I am like a dog in the front seat of the car, panting and fidgeting and waiting excitedly just in case there will be a car ride, any time, maybe.
Today I love that last night we went to see Tragedy Ann and Moonfruits new conspiratorial collaboration that they are taking on the road to Europe and it was great. I love that at the last minute we decided to stay at the cottage overnight even though we have to be back in town today before noon. I love that we woke up at the cottage to the usual Autumn cottage sounds, the little creek raging beside the bedroom window and the sound of new snow falling as hard pellets on the deck outside. I love that we have had sun and rain and clouds and blue sky and now snow all in half an hour.
Today I love breakfast fried in a good old cast iron frying pan, toast and jam on the side, hot coffee making the kitchen smell just that little bit better and all of it on a plate at a table overlooking the water. I love that I didn’t over cook any of it. I love that I enjoy food no matter who cooks.
Today I love sipping coffee while I write at the cottage and look out at the ragged bay with it’s distant whitecaps marching east towards the morning sky.