A friend who I haven't seen for awhile stopped by yesterday bearing a gift of a beautiful handmade quilt that his wife had made for LucyAnn. It struck both LucyAnn and I as such a thoughtful and kind gesture. Maybe it was the quilt or the fact that we were sitting outside listening to the chirping of the nearby wren, or feeling the warmth of the autumn sun, but in that moment I felt such a wave of gratitude for the simple gifts I receive everyday; the gifts of love, of friendship, of birds, trees and of sky; of life. A moment of transcendence, where,for a fleeting few seconds, I felt the connection to all of life around me.
So my friend and I sat on the porch awhile laughing and sharing stories of nuns, and of crazy teachers with classroom paddles; of painting bridges, and funny summer jobs; of painful childhood bullies and how we coped with them and with the teen and pre-teen years. It was such a sweet time basking in the comfort of long ago memories, all the while feeling the warmth of the quilt resting on my lap.
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