“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
~ Albert Einstein
Yesterday was wonderful from start to finish. And yet it was also the most ordinary of days. I didn’t win lotto, there was no major excitement, no outstanding achievement. But I DID get to share my day with a gorgeous friend.
What was so special about yesterday? Simply this: we are both alive, and grateful for every breath.
Fourteen years ago my darling friend Carly-Jay Metcalfe had a double lung transplant, so we quietly and happily celebrated her Transplanniversary. We also celebrated my yay-I-can-get-a-stupid-virus-and-my-heart-still-keeps-on-beating physicality.
We sang at the top of our lungs as we drove down the hill from Possum Creek to Byron Bay for breakfast. We savoured our coffees and meals, read papers, discussed news and books and art, and laughed about our appalling efforts at Dr Sketchy’s the night before.
We breathed in Byron’s fresh, salty air and enjoyed the early sunshine. Whales and dolphins danced just offshore. Surfers cut through crystal waves. Children frolicked in the shallows. That’s nothing out of the ordinary around here, but we looked at it all as if it was the first time we were seeing it.
When we got home we did some writing, drank cups of tea, had naps, and wandered around on the farm.
For dinner we listened to music, and feasted on sashimi, beers and green tea, followed by Thai Black Sticky Rice with fat fresh strawberries for dessert.
We sat in front of the fire, patted the dogs, and laughed a lot. There were a few stray tears, but for loved ones we’ve lost, rather than for ourselves.
Yesterday, and I hope for many days to come, we breathed in life.
Life is sweet. And tinged with salt water. ♥