In therapy, people often talk about anniversaries of important, powerful, sometimes traumatic days.
For me, a traumatic anniversary is November 22, when I got my first cardiac pacemaker at 10 years old on the same day that President Kennedy was assassinated.
I’m celebrating our anniversary by starting a 12-day vacation from work, getting a bone scan, returning a defective part from our new shower, hanging with my son Aaron and our cats, working on my original songs for my show/live album recording in June, going out to dinner with Michael, and creating this blog post for you.
I just looked at the forecast for the rest of the week AND THERE IS NO SUN OR WARMTH IN THE FORECAST.
What is the tone of this post, so far?
Yesterday, while it was rainy and cold, I met up with my friend Tony, whom I often affectionally call “Tone.”
Tony and have known each other for forty years!!!!!!! We’ve experienced many tones of life, along the way.
I say this with no tone of irony, sarcasm, or fear of being contradicted by him: Tone and I are BFFs (Best Friends Forever, Tony, in case you don’t know what that means).
I remember writing something to Tony, years ago, that began like so:
It never rains in Southern California, but I’m here in rainy Boston, now, which gives me the opportunity to practice all the beautiful tones of forgiveness, patience, acceptance, and appreciation of what is, in every moment.
What tones do you see in the other photos I took yesterday?
Here’s the tone of my current thinking: What will be the tone of the comments I receive for today’s blog?
Many thanks to all the Tones that contributed to this post and to you — of course! — no matter what tones surround you.