Comfort (what Ellie G., age 42, Blessings, CT, said) "I always say at least I have a roof over my head, and sometimes I see it up there, the stretching sky, the consecrated stars, the silent mystery that makes my life seem small in an illustrious way. I get comfort from finding strength in small things, maybe mist among trees, or the way curtains curl in breezes, or the sounds of birds that rinse my mind with songs. My comfort comes from the soothing earth, the simple, reassuring sky."
WORDS LIKE LIGHT
June 16, 2022
This simple but special day, like all of them, will be what I would call an ‘introducer ‘, and a very good one, too. If I keep my eyes and heart open, this day will propose brand-new plans and strategies for me, and suggest the freshest and best ways to appreciate life. All day long, astonishing activities will be formally presented: my fingers dancing with elderly flair across the computer keyboard, water freely running from the faucet when I turn the handle, my old, happy hand stroking my unshaven cheek. Everything will get going every moment. Brightness will seem to begin wherever I look. A new miracle will be formally presented when I sip my coffee, or take a taste of a plum, or let my head effortlessly turn. This day will put forward a new type of friendliness, even in the way my two legs love working together as I walk.
Please, dear day, set in motion your marvels. I am ready.
Below are some scenes from our walk yesterday on the Beebe Pond trail …
… and, two photos from the top of the Coogan Preserve trail today, where I was resting after a tough climb on my bike …
… and, our friendship poem for yesterday, and some of Delycia’s lovely flowers, inside and outside …