I was sitting and writing in my hotel room, watching the bluest sea go up and down like digital musical notes while a lady who looked just like my late mother went about her business of cleaning my room.
I kept changing my position slightly in order to stare at her, wondering each time if she noticed. I was feeling naughty, bad, sad and weird all at the same time. It’s hard to explain.
I finally let up the espionage to take a walk along the beach. She called back at me “Lady, you dropped something”. It was a feather which I quickly picked up in a big red blush!
It was then that I felt this immense sense of Gratitude.
Gratitude for her presence,
Gratitude for the lesson,
Gratitude for way the dice landed placing me in a position to live the life I do,
Gratitude also for the luxury of being able to travel, write and tell YOU about the things that touch my heart.
I dreamed of days like this, I must tell you.
Days of random magic,
…and days when the old saying “feathers appear when angels are near” rings beautifully true.
I wish YOU days of “magic” too.
© Aluta continua, as they say. A Heart Full of Stories, 2017
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