So, in honor of John Denver, I'm thinking about the things I love this new year and there is no greater place to look than my refrigerator. We do not have a tidy refrigerator. Pictures and magnets are scattered all over even though Kirt makes an attempt at keeping them tidy.
I love the pictures of family and friends who remind me on a regular basis that we are not alone. Even when dinner is late and the refrigerator seems bare, there are folks who surround us with their love and help us stay sane.
I really love my magnets. Since most of them are gifts, they reveal the fact that my friends love me as my twisted, little self. There is a bumper sticker that says, "Jesus loves you, but I'm his favorite." That is my favorite line when I am hot at cribbage.
The others are also filled with pithy wisdom:"I haven't had my coffee yet, don't make me kill you"
"You can't scare me, I have children"
"Spoiler alert: Everybody dies"
and one of the greatest insight into my loves:
"I love poetry, long walks on the beach and poking dead things with a stick"
I do love poetry; I just bought a collection of Mary Oliver poems.
I love long walks anywhere, but beaches are fabulous.
And there is something lovely about chasing one of your children around with a dead critter. That is slightly different than poking it, but directly related. I have been caught inspecting dead varmints and scat, if truth be told, with sticks. May I never be too busy or grown up to stop being curious.
My list of loves would be long and weird, but that is what makes it feel like such a blessed life. I fall in love so easily. If it is beautiful or disgusting, complex or simple, scary or comforting, then a part of me has been brought to life that was dormant. I don't need New Year's to think about starting new, nearly every time I open my eyes, ears, nose, mouth or hands I am startled by a new love.
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