A day – a day passed. Odd that – how the days go. Days that are not earth-shattering or significant. Just another day in the life. Just another day in the journey – a journey that will end and then be forgotten. Human life – such an odd phenomenon. And I don’t know the meaning of it. Oh sure, I have flashes of brief insight – when something triggers and I say to myself, “Aha! That’s it!”
But most days tick away one hour at a time and they’re fine and I find things that make me happy and that please me. I laugh and I have fun and then another day…
One more existential day.
Today I found joy in watching the hummingbirds at the feeder and watering and weeding the garden. I will find more joy in preparing a huge salad full of fresh in ingredients from the garden. I will find joy preparing for tomorrow’s hike.
And – oddly enough – I found joy today in a clean house. Oh no – not the cleaning itself – goddess forbid I start liking cleaning! It’s when it’s done and I can look at the tidy, dust and doghair free space that I feel good. If I had the money I would pay someone to do it – trust me.
On the other hand, it’s not like I don’t have time to do it.
I like the sun and the heat. I like summer. I have always been a summer person. I suspect I always be. On days like this winter seems such a distant memory.
Really looking forward to living in a place where winter will be something I can incorporate into my life.