I woke up feeling a little gritchy* about this holiday. Maybe I can’t put it into words, but for me it seems to be another celebration that is best just thought of as a day to get together and maybe watch a fireworks display. It’s difficult to really remember what I believed about Independence Day when I was a young girl waiting impatiently for nightfall when I would light my sparklers.
Freedom of religion????
Liberty and justice for all???
Then, I truly enjoyed parades. I still love the courage of people who joyously entertain the spectators. I admire those who take a stand (and since I live in a very liberal area, I can normally espouse the cause). On the other hand, it is really hot here and our local parade has become so popular that it is difficult to find a space from which to see it.
Okay, so the trade off is – my husband (who loves the crowds and excitement) is going to the parade with my friend and I am preparing the potato salad and ribs. I’m home where it’s cool with a beautiful batch of ripe Bing cherries, a bowl of fresh blueberries, and time to wander through my garden. I’ll celebrate the time with friends and enjoy my blessings.
I wish you all such a wonderful day.
* Unfortunately, this is a “no-complaining” day and so I must keep this factual rather than whining in tone. (I’m working on a daily practice which I hope will become a life practice: https://www.annmariegianni.com/30-days-of-joy/.)