friday || day 244

i sit here and think about my day, for it was good. there were meaningful conversations
with ease and calm and steps taken to move forward with love and caring. 
but all i can do is listen to the little boy, who lives behind us, sing.
he is singing at the top of his lungs, joyful and happy and it is drifting in my open window. 
i know if i got up to look his little sister would be with him, both of them on their swings, 
and their dog would be hovering nearby. their mom might be taking her clothes off the line or watering their corn, which is sky high. (i have never been able to grow corn here) 
"i love you, i love you, i love you" he sings over and over. i hear giggles and more singing. 
the day ends on a perfect note and a beautiful reminder of just how wonderful it is to be alive. 


i sit here grateful for this day and all it held. 

“To be alive in this beautiful, self-organizing universe -- to participate in the dance of life with senses to perceive it, lungs that breathe it, organs that draw nourishment from it -- is a wonder beyond words.” 
― Joanna Macy