One of the blogging groups on Ravelry asked people to talk about a typical day. The day they chose was June 6, 2011, today.
The thing is, I'm always talking. I talk at work and with friends; I talk while teaching. I talk on paper. Sometimes it seems that I talk so much that I can't hear my true voice. Just for today, I'm offering something else-pictures of the park whose paths I've walked all my life, seeking beauty, seeking peace, seeking quiet. This is what I'd see on a typical spring day as I wander through these spaces:
On this day, June 6, 1953, my parents married. They were married for over 50 years, until Dad died on Saint Patrick's Day, 2005.
Every day is typical. Every day is unique. And each one of them is precious.