South to north. Warm to cold. Sun to rain. Rocket launches to the mothership. Wellness to wellbeing. Friends to family to friends.
Our lives seem to plod along in the rituals of each day – wake, coffee, clothes, chores, work, appointments, play, eat, rest, worry, dream, plot, plan. Yet, tucked between the comforting sameness of these daily rituals are sparks of magic. Anticipation of exploring an unknown. Comfort and communion with family and friends. Contentment in charting one’s own path. Pleasure in personal hobbies. Self-possessed pride in completing a project or achieving a goal.
As I reflect on the past couple of months, there doesn’t seem to be much to report. Our last couple of weeks in Florida were fun – seeing family and friends one last time before leaving the state, spontaneous kayaking, watching rocket launches, visiting Kennedy Space Center. Then we moved north, finally getting South Carolina on our map. Then we spent much-needed quality time with family and friends in North Carolina while getting various medical appointments out of the way. The sparks of magic, though…
