There are days I find happiness personally elusive.
There are endless chores and medical appointments and sad news on the telly and from my hometown.
Today my tomato plants were placed into their new garden house and my deck painted red.
My neighbor stopped by and brought us popcorn from her trip to Colorado.
“I can’t thank you enough,” she said, “for taking care of my plants while we were away. I know you both like popcorn. I hope you like these.”
Today I am happy.
My tomato plants have a new house and my neighbor stopped by.
My partner is snoring and enjoying her nap.
I picked up a new Mary Oliver book and am excited to begin.
I opened the front cover and suddenly remembered the librarian’s sweet gesture.
She checked out my book, but before handing it back, wistfully touched Ms. Oliver’s photo on the inner sleeve of the cover and then smiled at me.
I took my selection and answered her in kind, “Her books touch my heart and I’m sad that we lost such a lovely human being,” I began.
“I’m grateful, though, for her writing and thank God for her talents.”
“Yes,” she grinned and bid me a good day.
Today was a fine day and one my mom would have loved. She taught me to be grateful and taught me to love life.
Today I am happy and grateful to be alive.
Today is a good day and I hope yours is, too.
Be well, People, and I’ll catch you the next time, looking at life from my shoes.
Life in Lucie's Shoes 