Proof of Life

 

I've been sleeping like and with the dead. My dreams have been full of strife, conflict, unrest...demons. Not the evil kind, but those that are self-made and harder to battle. I'm thinking I need to rethink my evening programming choices.

Last night Ted and I got sucked into a animated film about a robot, a goose and a fox. It was nostalgia on high. We didn't miss a Disney or a Pixar film for a decade plus, but before that was news and 1923 so yeah...not very zen.

That being said, when I woke from literal mayhem, I was greeted by the most beautiful morning after yesterday's heat and late night storm. It's a window open kind of day. I'm already looking forward to my evening walk. Whatever was going on with first my right and then my left knee has abated. Just so the rain stays at bay until I'm done. I love a good thunderstorm when I'm home safe and dry.

On the hottest day of the year, we made pasta. I had beautiful fresh peas which are perfect with parmesan, pancetta and pasta. Today's leftovers are hitting the spot with a side of big, fat, roasted asparagus I made for Ted because he has yet to learn the worth of the pea. Lily had ice-cream. It's dairy and summer.

I cannot believe it's already Thursday or mid June for that matter. We are just about half way through 2025. Fleeting time disquiets me. Ironically, the whirlwind silences me. I lose my words and stop thinking in stories. It's pops and buzzes. Flashes. Moments on the move.

Yet today I felt compelled to wear pink, green and pearls, listen to music on my ride to work (Boz Scaggs, The Stones and Paul Simon) and to come here today. Not with anything illuminating to say...more like a proof of life. I'm here. Life is good for the most part. I am happy most of the time. I feel blessed always.