I just finished my lunch. I sat outside on the front steps and had my sandwich (if you’re curious… it was tofu, sliced pickles, sliced cucumbers, mustard and greens on sourdough), while Poppy was snoozing in the grass, in the shady part of …well, her own garden, I supposed, since that’s what I called it in the last post. I sat, ate and observed the garden, including the gentle pup paw sleep twitches (she does that during sleep, which always reminds me of my boys’ tiny little sleep twitches when they were little).
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It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? Well, today it felt like a good day to pick it up once more. A bit of reflection worth sharing.
The sun eclipse was unfolding as I started writing this. It’s been, as they say, the talk of the town – the internet world, that is, for the last couple of weeks. The town of Niagara Falls has declared a state of emergency last Thursday because of the expected influx of at least one million people coming to witness the event that happens once every 375 years.
Here’s a thought that will make you say ‘well, that’s a cliché.’ And it is, perhaps. It goes like this: ‘it’s easy to be grateful when things are going great.’ Right? (I’ve warned you, didn’t I?)
How often do you pick up a book and read with such delight that you forget about time and push a few less urgent items from your to-do list just you can keep reading?
Chances are, not often (unless you have somehow cracked the code, in which case I will politely invite you to share your secret.) For the rest of us, however, it’s a treat.
I will tell you why the 13th is not unlucky.
Take February 13th for example. It’s early morning and the sun is shining. Pup and I start on a morning hike with the intention to get to the top of a particular hill above the woods. I mean, what better day?
These days the trails are a mix of ice and crusted snow which makes for a good challenge in some parts, but if hikes are to be likened to life, at least occasionally, then the tougher sections are but good reminders of what our journey is about.
After stopping to take in the view, again, (and to roll on the crusty snow, again), we make it to the top. On the day that bears the number deemed unlucky, pup and I find ourselves in sparkling morning sunshine and with front seats to admiring birds in flight from above (the ultimate ‘bird’s eye view’ one could say, pun and all).