Today I love the threatening rain looming off to the north west and casting the occasional splatter of tiny drops our way as a warning of her coming torrents. I love how I am looking forward to the thunder and the lightening that has been foretold. I love that I know I will be disappointed if there is no thunder, it makes me laugh to know I will likely be quite petulant if disappointment is the result of my anticipation. I love that I can already hear myself saying, “We were promised thunder!” and then I will hear my mothers voice in my heart saying, “Pull in your bottom lip. You’ll hear thunder again.” I love that storms make me feel more alive than good weather does. I love that the day has already had a murky feeling to it even as we were eating breakfast on the deck. I love how the maple tree here has seemingly exploded in leaf in the last two days, going from nondescript ruffled buds to full on leaves, in miniature but swelling by the minute I swear. I love the sweet and rapid changes Spring brings on, love the rich smells of the world changing, love the hope that growth always brings. I love that I am here for yet another Spring, this is my sixty-first Spring but I will share it with all of you.
Today I love That so many of my friends are questioning those who are gathering in celebration of the lifting of some pandemic restrictions, that means I’ve chosen my friends wisely and they are more likely to be around when this is over. I love that the world will soon realize the mistake of rushing back into “normal” and I hope that it does not cost us too much. I love that I am aware that I am at risk and that I am cared for and about, that makes me feel of value. I love being of value. I love that I can live my life in this supposedly new bubble of isolation without really noticing much difference except that I am now not alone in my days because someone who used to go out to work everyday is now bubbling around our home full time, lucky me. I love that I am damned sure going to miss the day time company when this is over.
Today I love that I have been reading voraciously this last couple of days, but still walking and kayaking and doing things, keeping busy, cooking, helping in the garden, stuff. I love that my heart, as flawed as it apparently is, keeps on going. I love that you cannot hold me back just with a couple of little old heart attacks, ha!
Today I love sipping coffee and waiting for the rain, and the lightning, and the thunder … I was promised thunder!