Real

The dream makers, the listeners, the givers,
the people who walk into our lives
and open doors we never knew were there,
are kisses from the universe.
Little pecks on the cheek
we never expected but should not ignore.

A neighbor I just met, one whose has suffered the worst thing that can ever happen to a mother and is moving on with a determination and love that inspires others, left me a surprise on my deck this morning.  We were talking about the plants on her deck and I mentioned that when my foot was better I wanted to find a fern for my deck.  When I opened the blinds this morning, there was a sweet little plumosa fern planted in a coffee cup sitting on my table!

Later on a friend of mine sent me a recording of a song he is practicing for his grandma's memorial service.  It just happens to be one of my favorite hymns from my childhood, one that I have played on the piano more times than I can remember.  I cannot listen without my eyes filling with tears.  And what makes it even more special is that it is his rendition of it and this particular recording is interrupted by his dog trying to lick the guitar!

I love the real things in life. The sweet, simple kindnesses that touch me more deeply than a million gold necklaces.