SNOWPEAS

The day has begun with gentle drip drop of rain.. and now it has a steady rhythm on the tin roof... a snug feel.

Today I love it & after some years of drought the sounds of rain are like natures' symphony....

I open the door this morning to find to my utter delight a blackbird on the wood stack by the door.... it is a silent moment for us both before he takes flight....

Snowpeas are a gift from my neighbour ... the lovliest of surprises are gifts from another's soul...

It is to be taken as an exchange ... how it reminds m, as a child when making friends... that new experience as 4 & 5 yr old as one extends the gift of sharing what toy I had to another with absolute good faith.

This is what I measure generosity by... it is given.. my hand is turned upwards & open....it has no threads of conditions ..it is just pure & simple a gift.

We all have gifts to offer another, some have enormous gifts of time... to give to another. Some cook wonderfully & their kitchens are always open... others push bunches of flowers into one's arms & we laugh.... The snowpeas came with abundance... I felt gratitude that I was thought of to be given so many wonderfully freshly picked produce...

In a busy world we often forget to just be who we really are... the opening of one's heart to the pure ( as in not altered) giving and also of recieving gifts is a delicious nectar.