Late morning for me.
Was early to bed, or should have been. A heavy workday, plus a meeting where I listened without talking. Silence is sometimes instructive. But I decided to hike back on my way from the meeting.
Minutes after I was home, was hearing on an fm station that it was raining in downtown
Ever listened to a bird sing? I live in a garden. And I am just starting to appreciate that many times my ears are closed.
Pure liquid notes. Repeated again and again. Poignant, sunny, sad- all that is in bird songs. Not in the chorus of the morning, that is a cheery thing. But listen to one bird split the air with a call. Listen to one touch a mate with a croon.
Of the world,
In the meeting yesterday, I was silent, listening to the coping methods of one hard hit group of individuals. People living with HIV.
It is something that people have to survive. And I listened and learnt of the compromises that people make. Life itself, coping with life, with love, with family, friends, with getting onto medicines. The tiny, infinitesimal decisions which I do not have to think about, which have to be ironed out, on a daily, hourly basis. There were some who were affirming the fact that they were positive. It was interesting to compare the fact that the stigma of HIV causes those who are positive to be in a kind of closet. And to find the same kind of bitter sweet relief that I find in affirming my gay sexuality.
Its true, and amazing. Life is a challenge. When I look at the challenges I face, sometimes I forget that others have some more challenging problems.
Now, my love has decided that he has to choose my clothes for me. He says my sense of cleanness shames him. That I choose from the wash-basket, and from the un-ironed if he is not around to make sure that I don’t.
So, he lays them out for me. Problem, my sense of fashion and his do not always coincide.
But I would rather face that problem, than some that I might if I was someone else!
Enjoy your day, it is beautiful, and wonderful as is. Take some time to appreciate it.