Friday, June 24, 2011

Joy is wafting

I was making iced tea so that I could offer more than water to our guests tonight. I felt this wafting, gentle, breeze around me as I reached up for the tea bags. Not moving air, but something internal. Margarita was in the living room and wants me to teach her to make pasta salad, so I was thinking how to break up the steps for her to be able to use the concept any way she wants once she returns to Monterrey. And I stopped to 'feel' that internal movement.

Ever since Monday when two little girls, daughters of Crystal's good friend, called me Noni I have felt this inner breeze. I do believe its joy.

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