Sometimes life still surprises me.
Which in itself is a surprise.
Like the sunrise this morning after long weeks of dreary grey mornings.
Then came an eagerly awaited parcel.
I knew not what it contained – only that both Chevvy and I were to get a belated birthday surprise.
I was so eager to open it I never read the customs form. Had I done that, what peaked at me from the purple/blue wrapping paper would still of been a surprise.
How it is that someone can know your soul when they have never seen the flecks in your eyes ?
Or that a simple gift can blur your vision as you listen to the poet’s words and type what seems like such an inadequate thank you.
For you have been given you a reminder of all that life is.
Stopping, knowing, reaching, out, touching…one soul to another.
Thank you Corina...for stopping to know me.
Chevvy has the tag on but is hiding under the bed.
She does that.
I have no idea why !