Today I love finding treasures, like the fog-bow in the back yard, or the bag of bread flour in the cupboard at the cottage. I love that we are still at the cottage because the counter tops have been delayed again so we just took an extra day away. I love that I have friends and can easily contact them. I love that Steve Poltz has discovered that he has somehow become the crazy, old, long haired man in his neighborhood, that’s funny, because I’ve been suspicious about that being my role of late and I suspect we are kindred spirits in rather more ways than just music and ADHD. I love that in my imagination I can be anything I want to be, and I really love that my life is so wonderful that I always return from my imagination, ’cause this is where I long to be and where I belong. I love that this old imagination is the best part of my writing, even when I’m writing about reality, because it is constantly finding new ways for me to look at things, ways that make things shine and glow. I love that I have found my life to be full of wonder and joy, all of it, from start to now, even parts that I thought were bad or knew were sad at the time, loss of parents and death of a spouse have found their place in the things I love by reminding me how much love I’ve had and the richness that those things have brought to me.
Today I love that my cousin Michael who had the bad accident last week is still hanging on, though he is clearly taking the time he needs to gather his strength before leaving the comfort of unconsciousness and dealing with all that his recovery will entail and all the questions and fussing that will undoubtedly be coming his way. I love that his partner, Gillian, is taking the time to keep us all up to date on his progress.
Today I love skipping stones. I love kayaking. I love cooking cottage breakfast. I love that we are having so much trouble getting ourselves out of bed in the morning and that it makes us laugh a lot to hang out and talk about good intentions and how much we could get done if we’d only do more than just make coffee and crawl back into bed with it. I love how much worse we are at getting up here at the cottage. I love that we do eventually get up.
Today I love sipping coffee while the fog slowly lifts off the bay and the words come gently to my mind and the world carries on with finding its way through these hours.