High Point of Day
I like to ask servers at restaurants and Gladys at the dry cleaners and Lois at Lemon Fresh and any kid I run into, “What is the high point of your day?”
Then I forget them. I write them in journals, on napkins, my map, my arm, and then I lose track of all the sweetness.
So I am starting a new catagory, right here on my trusty old blog. HighPointoftheDay.com. Mostly for myself–so I don’t keep losing them!
Today was a travelling day, so I didn’t run into that many people or loose conversations. Today’s high point was when I got home, and played my message machine and there was a lovely lovely message from a woman on a cell phone in her driveway, telling me how much she loved an essay I had sent her. It was so great she took the time to call and say what she said.
It reminds me to tell the writer. When I love a piece of writing, tell the writer.
Runner up high points: how fresh my all my flowers still look after all these days…how easy and safe driving out of Chicago was after all that stress on Cicero and my little Midway Anxiety Attack, and thinking back to the concert last night, and enjoying noticing all that happiness.
High points of yesterday:
Seeing how happy everyone looked when they saw themselves melt and bend and dissolve in the great silver bean in Milliniem (sp?) Park. And how happy Bruce Springsteen is when he is playing rock and roll in front of a crowd of 18,000 people. The pure brilliance of his joy. Wow. It was an amazing relentlessly joyful experiment in noise and beauty and powerful positive energy. More on that–it’s a whole new blog catagory, Bruce, really.
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