And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten …”
—James Russell Lowell
The above song, by the Beatles, turns fifty years old. I loved it because it reminds me of my dad, and his love for that band which goes way back, but also because it is about a paperback writer, something I wanted desperately to be, myself.
So guess what was discovered off the coast of Canada last month?
Something so rare and beautiful; sometimes, the rarest of the rare ends up being most precious of all.
Some things aren’t meant to be, no matter how much we wish they were. That is a hard reality to face. One of those weeks, with some stress and anxiety, many ups and downs, but I am thankful overall.
For lobsters of all colours.
One in two million. What are the chances?
I love colour, the colour blue. I love lobsters. This story made my day, my week, and more.
If these odds can be beaten, anything could happen.
For the help that came from far away.
This happened across the country from me. I didn’t experience these horrible wildfires up close. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for the residents of Alberta who did experience the wrath of nature.
This story about the firefighters from South Africa who came to offer their assistance to the people of Fort McMurray made my day, when so much injustice and anger exists, but then these guys came all this way, to do what they could to help.
For a dramatic return to my writing group this week.
Okay, so we usually talk a little, casually, before we get down to the actual writing. This time, things got a tad intense for my liking, but it got me thinking.
It started with nobody remembering to bring in a mystery object for us to base our stories around. I just happened to have my keys and the beaded, handmade pink cross from my grandma. I keep it because it reminds me of her, helps me feel close to her, but on this occasion it seemed to spark a whole religious thing that I never would have expected.
The one member of the group spoke up and held up his new found religion, his bible. This launched us into a discussion where he swore the earth is flat.
By the time the debate had gone on and I should have just got the ball rolling for the purpose of us all being there, meaning I should have just started to write, but I broke down and had to challenge some of his statements.
“So, can you heal me? Can you cure my blindness?” I asked. This may have been a mistake.
I have a lot of feelings on this, possibly better suited for a story because I don’t begrudge anybody their beliefs or the faith they’ve found. I just can’t spend my life hoping to be cured.
It got my brain working, anyway. Thankful I can think these matters over in my own head, as well as discussing them with people I’ve grown to love spending two evenings a month with.
For progress seen by my violin teacher, if not entirely noticeable by me.
There is this thing called long tones. I am loving all this violin lingo.
Doesn’t “long tones” sound so smooth and lovely?
Well, it’s like practicing scales. You just go from one string, back and forth with the bow, and then onto the next.
I need to keep my shoulder down and move through the note with my elbow, and less with my shoulder or wrist.
Well, my teacher said she noticed somewhat of a breakthrough, a milestone I’ve arrived at. I don’t feel it the same as she sees it, but that’s okay. I’m getting there and it feels really good.
For the cooler weather this week.
I love having my AC there when I need it, but it’s nice not to need it too.
While the end of May grew to be quite humid, June is starting out with cooler temps and even rain. I don’t mind.
For a beautiful song for me to try writing more lyrics to.
My brother has recorded a full version of “Decade Adrift” and now I will spend the coming week writing the lyrics.
They will be based around the theme of feeling lost for an entire decade, but I plan to use being swept out into the ocean as the metaphor for the feeling.
For care of loved ones when I felt like crap.
I regretfully had to miss out on a family day, due to one of my more nasty headaches. I was sorely disappointed, but it wouldn’t have been any fun if I had attempted it.
So, my parents felt bad and knew I would too. They told my sister and her husband to check up on me and they did.
I was feeling nauseous and couldn’t eat much. The fruit smoothie they brought by was greatly appreciated.
For a thunderstorm overhead.
I enjoyed the cool air that ushered in a storm this weekend. I enjoyed staying indoors, upstairs, with my nephew watching the rain through an open window.
I still wasn’t feeling my best. Whether or not he was just pretending is debatable, but every time there was even the slightest rumble of thunder in the distance, he would run whimpering over to me and would hide his face beneath a sheet.
Then he cuddled up against me and we sat there, not moving, for a time. It was the best.
For nineteen years and counting.
I put out a request for suggestions on Facebook earlier, but sadly I got no responses.
I am looking for something HUGE to do next year, on the 20th anniversary of my kidney transplant from my father: any ideas?
For those doing their part to bring awareness.
I hope more of the world comes to see blindness, not as something to be frightened of at all costs, but as something many people deal with, successfully, on a daily basis.
I hope the stigma is worn clean away. I hope…I hope…I hope.
I do know I am grateful to be here, even with all the downs, because I eagerly anticipate the ups that follow.
“I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is a touch of yearning at times, but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers. The wind passes, and the flowers are content.”