No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach:
Nothing in this place.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
A more perfect day one could not ask for. Sunday, 80 degrees, bright sun, mild breeze.
At sunset I walked the beach and marveled at the beauty. I gave thanks for this long, perfect moment on the exquisite log I found, and for a wonderful life so far. It was prayer, meditation, gratitude, mindfulness—all the things that I suppose were automatic in the early heyday of my life. Now I treat each event like the rare gem that it is.
I haven't been feeling great lately, so I fear my body's on the move. I pray with each deep breath, and hope I can rally the troops to fight this thing back. I need to help my body, and save the few treatments available for a time I might truly need them.
But I digress. This is about what feels like the first day of Spring. Rejoice!