Every once in a while, a lesson, a class, a moment goes so beautifully, my wish is to recreate, to have a re-do, to plan an encor
And I got to thinking – wouldn’t it be wonderful if some other things came like summer ice cream cones? Like giving to InDepthNH.org.
Today I muse on what works, on what stays, on what brings joy. And that, my friends, are my window boxes filled with impatiens.
I tear up from start to finish and muse joyfully when I think of the celebration of time, effort, joy.
Today, dear Joyful Musers, I celebrate the art of the walk.
Today I muse joyfully on outside chairs; chairs on the grass, chairs on the beach, chairs around a campfire.
I muse joyfully you will meet up with one of your belly laugh friends and drive with no agenda, sip coffee, tell stories and delight in getting together apres Covid.
“Just click here.” It’s a command I muse joyfully I will not hear as much as my spring progresses. I’m done with clicking and mousing and screens. I’m ready to click off.
And I muse joyfully on plans, on skills to be mastered but today I celebrate my little next door neighbor who just learned how to swim.
Last week in Hannaford, a gentleman, let’s call him the Penguin, came up behind me at the check-out, put his items on the belt about two inches from my items.