Loving the world

“Anyone can slay a dragon he told me, but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again…” Brian Andreas

Do you love your world? In all it’s imperfection and puzzles and frustrations? In your body that’s too fat or too thin or too old or too beat up? Do you take time to love your world? Some days it’s a lot easier than others. And I have to admit I lead an incredibly blessed and charmed life. At the moment I don’t have to work. I don’t have to grind through my days with boring meetings, or hard physical labor. Or deal with people I just don’t like.  And in spite of this, I still find things to grouse about. But not too much.

I haven’t had the desire to write the past couple of weeks. Of course, during that time I had a bad bad stomach virus that laid me flat for over a week. It’s called losing five pounds the hard way. Thank goodness for my tribe, my gang, my people, my friends here in Silver. They tended to me with great loving care.

Then my former father in law dropped into town for a quick visit. He tells me I’m his favorite former daughter in law, but there’s not much competition. He’s a complicated man, but I think he adores me in spite of myself.

I’m loading up a bunch of photos that I’ve taken the past several weeks. Because they remind me to love my world over and over again. And my wish for you, my readers, is to be happily surprised every day with something that makes you love again. 

Pears from neighbor Paula's tree

Pheenie trying to blend in...

Another example of bad camouflage....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Best Camouflage

Chris's Petrograf

Chris's Petrograf 2

How it looks when it rains

And remember - before the rains...

Sunset after a rainstorm

On the Anniversary of My Father’s Death

A tribute to my dad from his basketball days at Fordham University (poster design by A. Aggari)

My dad died a year ago, August 2^nd at age 85. He carried a copy of this saying in his wallet for decades and, later in life, framed and hung it in his room as a reminder about what was really important. He did his best to live by these words, and I am grateful to him for so many, many things.

Success

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics

and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by healthy child,

a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.