Continuing the story of Lydia and Me
Lydia is very calm on our walk this morning; much calmer than she’s been on a walk for a very long time. It’s lovely just to amble along with her, stop when she sniffs at and forages blackberries, feel no need to do much other than just walk along with my dog beside me. I tell her what a lovely dog she is and let her know how much I’m enjoying my walk with her.
I also thank her when we get back to the car. I want her to feel appreciated. She is.
The sense of mellowness and calm continues throughout the day.
I visit a friend in the village. We also go for a walk together, and we thank each other to show our appreciation of each other’s company. It’s a lovely thing, to enjoy the company of another; nothing to prove; just a sense of being together, being alive and being there for each other, even if it’s just for that day.
As I write, Lydia is enjoying being outside on a day which is warmish with a soothing breeze.
I’m enjoying being inside, with the door open.
A lingering sadness remains and always will, but the nagging, aching grief has gone, as each day brings something new, or not new. It doesn’t matter. Each day just brings.
No such thing
There’s no such thing
As an ordinary day
Each day awakens
In its own way
Some days it rains
Some days it’s sunny
Some days are serious
And nothing seems funny
There’s no so thing
As an ordinary day
Each day is different
In its own way
Some days are lonely
Some days are glad
Some days are joyful
Others are sad
There’s no such thing
As an ordinary day
Each day unfolds
In its own way
Some days are busy
Others are slow
Some days it’s hard
To know which way to go
There’s no such thing
As an ordinary day
Each one just passes
In its own way
***
And when the day
Is done and gone
We sleep
Until another day
That isn’t ordinary
Comes along
Maggie Baker
April 2025
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