Going to the grocery store
Watering the window box flowers
Putting one leg into my shorts while standing upright on the other
Sitting up in the car
Driving myself anywhere I want to go
Standing and looking out the kitchen window at the neighbor boys playing in the street
Taking a shower
Gulping a cold drink on a hot day
For four days, I couldn’t do much of anything without acute pain. I spent most of my hours in bed, flat on my back, longing for my ordinary, everyday life. All I wanted was to throw a load of clothes in the washing machine, run to the store to pick up food for dinner, water my flowers, wipe down the kitchen cabinets. I craved these things, the ways I have of keeping order, making beauty, caring for myself and others.
What a gift, to see how much there is to love about simply existing in our bruised, broken, shattering world.