Sometimes

I feel like I used this title once before.

Well I guess sometimes a repeat is necessary. And is good. Sometimes when I read, I just have to read that paragraph, the page, even that chapter over again. Right then, not, as I am wont to do, 5 or 6 years later. Right then, and there arises so much that I had not gotten when I read it just 30 seconds, or 2 minutes ago. There it sat, in print, ready to be read (red); I only had to read (reed).

Sometimes a day just does not stop being good.

Today I had the sweet delight of being with some people I had not been in the presence of for 30 years. We have had occasional electronic media conversations. But to touch the cloth of their shirts, jackets while hugging and being hugged brings, brought to my heart warmth, and to my mind wide awake memories. Memories of those I embraced, and of those I saw across a space, and memories of those who were not anymore–especially voices. I can hear each voice as once it had regularly been within our shared presence. And a voice takes along with it many pictures, moving and still, and it is sometimes the best gift one can receive. I am grateful.

Today also, earlier in the day, in the morning, I walked with a friend through a nicely wild arboretum, wherein trees as tall as hills, it felt like, towered over us–tulip poplars, american elms, red, scarlet, white, chestnut oaks, a venerable gingko in an open space all its own. And there were wildflowers abounding. And shrubs clutching. And birds chirping. And there were marshes with freshwater bog grasses, stands of skunk cabbage, and well disguised frogs!

And later today I had a car repair re-repaired. And the mechanics were so helpful, so immediate in their helpfulness, and it was a success!

Sometimes a day is just as wonderful as you could want.