How many days in our lives are just...days? Nothing exciting or fraught, unforgettable or reckless. Unremarkable bits of time that pass with no real purpose other than to get us from one day to the next.
I don't think each and every moment we live needs to be remembered--our brains aren't capable of that anyway--but in an odd dichotomy of thought, I believe we should live each and every moment.
The past few days have been quiet, just walks and reading, laundry and chores, grocery shopping and hair cuts. Nothing, in other words, to really blog about, although these kinds of ordinary days are equally important for their lack of drama, for allowing us to just be.
And really, does it matter that I won't have anything memorable to remind me of this normal, average week in my life? No, it doesn't. Because in the whole scheme of things, every single moment is the sum of who I am...and I'm happy with that.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I took this photograph last Sunday whilst walking the dogs at the VA complex. They have a lovely Memorial Garden that is filled with blooming roses right now. This purple one was just beautiful...and smelled like spices.