Today has been a bit exhausting day truly, had much work to do, did not really stand up from my desk, yet I was happy to be able to get absorbed a bit in work. I had a list of things to do, and no matter how long I had to stay in the office, I was content to see, that at the end, I managed to finish everything, and with a light heart I traveled home. The moon accompanied me as I walked across the bridge, and marveled at her silvery glaze..the sky was cloudy, and she found joy in playing hide and seek with me. I thought...she is so divine, so mysterious, and it is such a pleasure that tonight, she is there...out in the night..watching over me, guarding my dreams, singing a soft melody making the shadows dance, and the people sleep deep. Only now, that she was there, and I almost tripped walking home, as my eyes were focusing on her beauty did I realize, how much I miss her, when she vanes.
I was looking forward to come home, as if a bird is keen on reaching her nest, ready to cuddle in, and enjoy the peace. Over the weekend I traveled home, and went for a long walk to the forest, where I collected several treasures! Acorns, pine tree cones, rosehips, and leaves of all colours. I put them in my bag, because I wished to create a bit of autumn in my home. I made a little "altar" for this precious guest that finally arrived to my country. I spread my treasures on the table, and it relaxes my eyes, and fills my heart with joy to look upon them. If I cannot be in the forest, then I decided to bring the forest to my home. The colours, the harvest of this melancholic old friend are all represented on my little table, creating a brownish, reddish, orangish atmosphere. I just love it...this season makes me want to dream, to create, to observe, to think, to accept, and absorb.
Upon entering the flat, little did I notice I had another little suprise hiding there somewhere, patiently waiting to be discovered. I opened my mailbox, and this time, not only the bills, and fliers were there, but a postcard too. First I thought it is not mine, as I did not expect anyone sending me one from Spain, but I turned it over and there was my name on it. I got it from a friend of mine (Jan) a friend, whom I thought has forgotten me...or well, maybe not forgotten, but as I did have the chance to talk, or meet with him much lately I thought he'd definately not remember sending me a postcard...but he did!!! The joy over the surprise, over the recognition, that indeed he took the time and money to send this postcard to me filled my heart with such a joy, that I could not stop smiling. Lately I thought, connections are not always what they seem to be, that anything can happen, and people walk in and out of each others' lives. I started to think, that maybe we..humans became so self centered, and living in such "welfare" and also in such rush, that we kind of forgotten to pay attention to the details...to little things...little surprises, little kindnesses which in fact are the expressions of how much we care...a little postcard...just a few coins, and yet it can enlighten someone's whole evening, making her smile, and feel loved. Isn't it worth it? Isn't it great to make someone smile, and to ensure, that however far we might be...we are still taking care of the plant called friendship...that we find it important to maintain the connection, and that we truly care for the other one? I'm happy, because my hope that was not much watered lately and was about to fade away, recieved an abundant shower accompanied by a rainbow, lending her all the shades of colours to allow her shining brightly, and fresher than ever.
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