I went to the market early yesterday morning. As I walked down from where I parked the car, I saw the same guy I see every week I go, sitting on the guardrail by the sidewalk. He always seems to be waiting for something, or someone, or perhaps not. I passed and greeted him with a “Good morning!” He responded, “You’re the first one I’ve seen! Can I tell you a story? My friend sat on my knee last night! Just sat right on my knee. Now THAT doesn’t happen very often, does it? A baby starling, right there on my knee! We had a conversation and then he flew away.”
Yesterday I went into The Smiling Goat to review French. I got up to the counter and the young woman helping me grinned and said “Hey! I passed you on the street the other day and thought– I haven’t seen her in here in forever! How’s your summer? What can I get you to drink?” I told her about my summer as she made up my iced americano. “That sounds cool…and I am glad you’re back.”
From an opera performance of Emily Dickinson poetry that I went to on Thursday at the local public library… “I find ecstasy in living– the mere sense of living is joy enough.”
When I think of the fullness and and diverse facets of what I believe it means to truly live…all I can say is Amen.
I was away near Lunenburg, NS for a couple of days last week. One of those nights, I went on to the porch to say good night to the evening sky. As soon as I lifted my head to gaze into the spread of infinity, a shooting star sparked her path triumphant across the palette of darkness.