Nathaniel Rateliff
Two weeks along, I find myself unable to let go of Valentine’s Day.
Unable to let go of things I love.
Or maybe I’m just more appreciative than usual.
I’m writing this sitting in my backyard in Delray Lakes gazing out over a lake listening to Nathaniel Rateliff sing “And it’s Still Alright” and watching egrets wade into the canal on a beautiful winter day. Florida in February, when it’s right and today is right, can’t be beat.
The song is sad yet hopeful. It’s about the artist burying a friend and losing his wife. Heavy stuff. But it’s still alright. There’s hope in the darkness, there’s a path back from the sadness.
We have it pretty good here in Florida. We have it pretty good here in Delray Beach.
During the hustle and bustle of the week, I can sometimes lose sight of how good.
I sometimes forget to slow down long enough to absorb the sights and the sounds of life in what most people would describe as paradise.
But not this year. This year I am going to appreciate the little things.
A text from a good friend who says she is thinking of me and my family.
A call from a cousin I haven’t spoken to in awhile.
Watching my two dogs sleep and my birds sing (in between making a huge mess).
I scroll through social media and it’s an odd cross between a highlight reel and a hate rally.
People posting pictures of their weekend trips and outings and the usual suspects ranting on the political pages.
Today, I’m turning them both off.
I’m resolved to write more, to read good books, to listen to more great music.
I’m set on more drives on A1A, more trips to parks, more long walks with the love of my life and more time with family and friends.
More meaning. More good times.
Lord willing….it will still be alright.
