50. Old friends

Today an old friend rung at the door, one I haven´t seen for awhile as he moved to the neighbouring country some time ago. He was a friend who returned the kindness when I really needed it in my life in the past and for that I am forever grateful to him and always happy to hear of his progress and given a chance to wish him well.

Another friend rung on the phone, the one that lost her mother recently and I was grateful to be of use to be spoken to and offer, if even a virtual, shoulder to cry and few words of comfort. And happy and thankful to hear of good things turning, if but slowly, on her life path.

To these more deep gifts of the day I add the sun and the downpour of the rain and an extra free room in the laundry area so I could wash more then counted on. And music my son produced while I wrote and worked today. Few pictures taken in the rain and smell of the herbs on my balcony. Small things that moved my heart in a good way by their touches and presence. Thank you. Good night, good world.