Monday, 29 July 2013


Survival is made of little touches of magic.  Or at least, my survival is. 
I am completely unable to change the big things in my life which have wounded me so deeply. But today, I had dinner with friends, unexpectedly. It was one of those coffees that turned into a long conversation which turned into dinner.  I walked home at sunset.  The air turned golden, then rust, and a soft rain began to fall.  
It is these moments that gently lift my heart.  Softly, powerfully, tangibly. 

They happen un-asked, un-anticipated.  But they happen again and again, you can count on it.  Watch out for them and let them love you.  

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