On my walk this morning, I caught the glimpse of a couple taking their boat out for an early morning journey. Most of the other people on the bicycle paths and sidewalks were rushing on towards their offices or school classrooms. I imagined the couple standing near on the top deck with the thermos full of hot coffee and a sunny day in front of them, and was envious of their freedom.
Then I realised that I also had the freedom to take a short journey of my own.
So, I sat on the sunny bench in an empty playground and listened to Krista Tippet and Alan Dienstag's
insightful conversation titled, "Lessons from the Lifelines Writing Group
for People in the Early Stages of Alzheimer's Disease:
Forgetting That We Don't Remember".
It was a wonderful stolen hour.
I love days that roll out in front of you like unexpectedly magical silken scarves.
ReplyDeleteOh, my...that thought frightens me to death. I still remember that I can't remember. I'll read that....make a note to read that, later today.
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