The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down.
–Alanis Morrissette/Thank U
Someone chastised me recently for focusing too much on the things that are wrong about my life instead of the stuff that is wonderful. My rationalization, of course, is that I *do* focus on the good stuff in real life, but I tend not to write about it as much. The good stuff is working, I don’t need to write about it to figure it out.
Still. He is right. I am overdue for an acknowledgement of the awesome.
The purple rhodedendron in my back yard is looking gorgeous right now.
The lawn is very green.
My friends continue to be the the best people in the world.
I have had several really intense, meaningful conversations with people in the last few weeks.
I’m halfway through reading a book that someone suggested because it reminded him of me…and I can actually see why. How often does that happen??
I made a particularly good batch of cold extract coffee, and I am drinking a cup of it right now, and staring out at the drizzy day recognizing that the universe has just given me an excuse to read another book.
Tomorrow I am going to meet someone I’ve been looking forward to meeting for some time now, so I have all that lovely anticipation energy going.
The cat has finally quit scratching at the bedroom door in the middle of the night.
My elbow feels a little better.
My kitchen is a disaster area, but I don’t care because there are roses blooming outside the kitchen window.
It is almost Summer. The days are getting longer. The grills are coming out. I can hear lawn mowers on Saturday mornings again. The smell of cut grass.
I have a lawn service, so I am not cutting my own grass.
The smell of charcoal in the evening.
Blue skies, gray skies, rain and sun, my friends and family, connections, people, people, people, water and mountains, laughter and tears, music and silence.
The world exactly as it is.