Handwriting them is best, I find.The sound of the pen, thoughtful in its trailing across the page, pausing to reflect, carry on, fresh reflections, forgotten and taken for granted items coming to the forefront to meet the page.
(1)Daughter gave me prayer flags and I hung them across my open bedroom window.
I would hang them outside when I lived in a house. Reminders.
A friend of mine, my age, her hands shake constantly from an elder disease she has, her voice quavers as well.
(2) My hands are free of arthritis and free of shaking. My voice is still strong.
(3)I still enjoy my reading so much. My father was a voracious reader but abandoned it long before he passed.
(4)Daughter and Grandgirl have planned this glorious trip far away from here. WE will be leaving next weekend when Grandgirl's self-isolation is complete. More on that later.
(5) Two independent gifts of homemade bread at my door last night. I can lose track of such seemingly tiny things but they are truly enormous when one thinks of the labour and the sharing of such beautiful time and labour.
(6) A gift arriving here for a dear one's birthday next month - something I know she will absolutely love.
(7) This is my little office space which I share with my bedroom. I absolutely love it. It is extremely functional. And everything is close at hand.
