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Feb. 8th, 2006 01:39 pmFirst a meme...
...ganked from my dear friend Josie...
Ain't that cute...I know, bring out the insulin.
I slept in this morning, after getting up at 5:30 to do the 'coffee for Bruce/cat tuna treats/dogs out to potty' thing. So poor Bruce didn't get his lunch made for him. *grin* ...yes, he knows he gets spoiled! And it did wonders for this nasty cold. I've got a good immune system now and if I do the right things and get enough sleep, my body really does mend itself pretty well. I went from the "oh shit, it's going into my chest" feeling in the middle of the night, to "final stages of tickly throat and nose-blowing, can't hear worth shit" feeling. This should (emphasize should) preclude the weeks of "coughing my lungs up and sounding like I'm dying" stuff that I used to go through automatically every time I caught a cold. I wanna be healthy for planned fun this weekend, dammit! ...and have Bruce well, too, to enjoy his weekend!
So the musing...I went out to the bank to stop things from going *boiieennng*, driving around sorta on auto-pilot. Then the radio station starts playing Chopin; something that's up for a Grammy award. Georgeous piano music...and something in my head went, *ping* and I relaxed into an attitude of gratitude. I suddenly noticed the lovely sunny day, the fields of sleeping grass rolling across to the fuzzy cedars edged up to the pines and oaks and maples with their gray fingers of wintering branches straining skyward to catch the meager warmth of the February sky.
The lovely textures and colors of Oklahoma countryside take a certain artist's eye to appareciate but it was the sense of hearing that helped me focus on the sense of sight. That's one of my gifts that I appreciate and enjoy...the ability to see beauty wherever I am and to pull felicity out of daily surroundings. Picked that one up from my mother, I did, and I greatly value that attribute that we shared. You can go through life with blinders on, or you can take 'em off and see nature all around you. I highly recommend the practice.
So everywhere I look now, I see lovliness....the intense gold of winter wheat ripening; the cows meandering across a field, the horses segregating themselves to the far corner in their absolute certainty they're a nobler class of beast, bound for loftier things than steak or stewpot. I glimpse red-tailed hawks doing their balancing act on phone lines while watching for the next scurrying meal. I'm amused to pass the fenced-in chickens at the end of the driveway with the sign, "Fresh Eggs $1.50 a dozen", scratching and cackling in their 'pick-a-little-talk-a-little' hen conversations while the arrogant rooster surveys his tiny feathered kingdom. I pass the sad remains of the charred house the burned down in the grassfires the day before Thanksgiving and wonder if they abandoned it without hope or are somewhere drawing plans to rebuild their once lovely home. I chuckle at the two dogs wrestling and cavorting in the yard of their place, enjoying doggie pastimes with joyous abandon.
And I realize how good life is. Sure, money's tight and things need work and there's lots to do...but how lovely to have worthwhile work and to share common goals with a partner who works hard himself and appreciates everything I do. How wonderful to share music as joyous passion and to be able to share that joy with friends. How amazing to have friends here and across the country and around the world who care what happens, regardless of stance or point of view, friends who are connected at the heart. And I realize once more that whenever we contribute to the 'energy field of goodness' that I truly believe is there, all around us, we're helping...ourselves, each other, the world...perhaps in small, invisible ways that are utterly undetectable. But it's a vital choice and it does matter.
So, yeah...life is very good indeed. Now I should get to work, eh?
...ganked from my dear friend Josie...
Ain't that cute...I know, bring out the insulin.
I slept in this morning, after getting up at 5:30 to do the 'coffee for Bruce/cat tuna treats/dogs out to potty' thing. So poor Bruce didn't get his lunch made for him. *grin* ...yes, he knows he gets spoiled! And it did wonders for this nasty cold. I've got a good immune system now and if I do the right things and get enough sleep, my body really does mend itself pretty well. I went from the "oh shit, it's going into my chest" feeling in the middle of the night, to "final stages of tickly throat and nose-blowing, can't hear worth shit" feeling. This should (emphasize should) preclude the weeks of "coughing my lungs up and sounding like I'm dying" stuff that I used to go through automatically every time I caught a cold. I wanna be healthy for planned fun this weekend, dammit! ...and have Bruce well, too, to enjoy his weekend!
So the musing...I went out to the bank to stop things from going *boiieennng*, driving around sorta on auto-pilot. Then the radio station starts playing Chopin; something that's up for a Grammy award. Georgeous piano music...and something in my head went, *ping* and I relaxed into an attitude of gratitude. I suddenly noticed the lovely sunny day, the fields of sleeping grass rolling across to the fuzzy cedars edged up to the pines and oaks and maples with their gray fingers of wintering branches straining skyward to catch the meager warmth of the February sky.
The lovely textures and colors of Oklahoma countryside take a certain artist's eye to appareciate but it was the sense of hearing that helped me focus on the sense of sight. That's one of my gifts that I appreciate and enjoy...the ability to see beauty wherever I am and to pull felicity out of daily surroundings. Picked that one up from my mother, I did, and I greatly value that attribute that we shared. You can go through life with blinders on, or you can take 'em off and see nature all around you. I highly recommend the practice.
So everywhere I look now, I see lovliness....the intense gold of winter wheat ripening; the cows meandering across a field, the horses segregating themselves to the far corner in their absolute certainty they're a nobler class of beast, bound for loftier things than steak or stewpot. I glimpse red-tailed hawks doing their balancing act on phone lines while watching for the next scurrying meal. I'm amused to pass the fenced-in chickens at the end of the driveway with the sign, "Fresh Eggs $1.50 a dozen", scratching and cackling in their 'pick-a-little-talk-a-little' hen conversations while the arrogant rooster surveys his tiny feathered kingdom. I pass the sad remains of the charred house the burned down in the grassfires the day before Thanksgiving and wonder if they abandoned it without hope or are somewhere drawing plans to rebuild their once lovely home. I chuckle at the two dogs wrestling and cavorting in the yard of their place, enjoying doggie pastimes with joyous abandon.
And I realize how good life is. Sure, money's tight and things need work and there's lots to do...but how lovely to have worthwhile work and to share common goals with a partner who works hard himself and appreciates everything I do. How wonderful to share music as joyous passion and to be able to share that joy with friends. How amazing to have friends here and across the country and around the world who care what happens, regardless of stance or point of view, friends who are connected at the heart. And I realize once more that whenever we contribute to the 'energy field of goodness' that I truly believe is there, all around us, we're helping...ourselves, each other, the world...perhaps in small, invisible ways that are utterly undetectable. But it's a vital choice and it does matter.
So, yeah...life is very good indeed. Now I should get to work, eh?
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Date: 2006-02-09 03:13 am (UTC)Yep. That and the toothbrushes. *ducks*
Glad your happy and content!
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Date: 2006-02-09 04:19 pm (UTC)