(a flowering tree - can Spring be far behind?)
Today I went for a walk in pursuit of signs of spring... the temperature was mild - low 50s, the sun warm and the sky, bright, tho' a tad cloudy. As I walked:
I thought about this month and all the changes that have occurred. I remembered that in the beginning, after celebrating my friend's birthday on Jan 1, I was pretty much under the weather for several weeks with that crazy respiratory illness. Fortunately, tho' my get up n' go was slowed considerably, I was not as sick as friends or my sister.
I thought about my friend Linda, from Portland OR, who was here for the Women's March ... the incredible experience we had and the worldwide response. Today, I talked to my friend Margaret who couldn't attend the March - we are each doing what we can on an individual basis to support organizations' efforts to make life better for people. A friend who has had a terrible experience with the respiratory illness - both pneumonia and bronchitis - went to BWI airport on Sunday to protest the executive order re: persons of the Muslim faith entering this country.
I thought about the fact that I forgot that Sunday, in addition to being Kayla's 16th birthday was also the 7th anniversary of my retirement - though truth be told, I actually did have two other gigs that ended later in the year: one in May and the other, December. I remembered that I'd resurrected this blog - my posts prior to had been quite sporadic - and made the connection with friend Mary, via Ali Edwards' One Little Word; Mary too had retired the end of January.
I thought about the back-to-back blizzards - snowmageddon we had in 2010. We had snow yesterday - just a coating, perhaps an inch, not enough to snarl traffic tho' I understand one local school system had a delayed opening.
I thought about what I was going to post today and the fact that this is the blog's 966th and my 92nd consecutive post since November 1, 2016.
I thought about why I chose to post daily and I know the main reason is because I am searching for and developing a structure, scaffolding, whatever in order to retell the stories of my life - the Yesterdays and Todays - as I remember and live them. The writing of these posts is becoming a habit - one that needs and will receive tweaking...but my day doesn't seem complete without the thinking, remembering, writing, sitting butt in chair at least twice a day.
I thought about living my 2017 words: Practice... Complete...Peace.
I thank you for joining me on this journey.
Cheers~