Every day has its little miracles. A few weeks ago, a Barred Owl brightened the day's end. Saturday before last, good looks at three coyotes held my interest. Last weekend, we looked at art we found moving. Yesterday, Eastern Bluebirds frolicked in the rain.
Tonight in Breckinridge Park things looked a bit prosaic for miracles. The sun was setting near 6 p.m. I walked in the newly windless open spaces with the hope of getting some "steps" in.
Then I found myself among a feeding flock of American Robins. Many dozens, perhaps hundreds of robins, foraged in the open field all around me. They hopped through the grass, bending down to hunt things to eat. Sometimes they parked for a moment in the bare trees. Seeing them was like entering a secret garden.
Today marks 14 years since I began this LiveJournal. Keeping a weblog teaches me that life is full of little fascinating details. In many ways, I feel as if my life changed less in those 14 years than many of the folks whose journals I read. Some things palpably changed. I lost both of my parents, ten years apart from one another. I crossed from my forties into my fifties. I visited interesting places and saw interesting things.
I took up making music as an avocation, and due in part to liberal licensing, have seen it used in movies, games, videos and podcasts. I crossed thirty years in law practice. I took up bird-watching. I mentored two fellows through Big Brothers/Big Sisters.
LiveJournal changed a lot, too, of course. When I first began, only a few friends from the internet or real life read. Then there was the era of lots of interaction here. Now it is more like when I began, with fewer writers and fewer readers. So far I have no inclination to stop posting. Perhaps I'll convert this into an independent weblog someday.
I like journaling because I learn a lot about myself through the daily diary/daily sketchpad nature of the beast. I doubt I will Livejournal for 14 years more, but it's been a fun ride, I mean, write.