Tuesday, December 02, 2014

It's raining Christmas, karma, and kindred spirits.....


I pedaled my new- Old little bike to the Marina Post office....in search of some hummingbird spouts... we ordered them for the vintage soda bottles we found on the side of the road.... Feeders for our souls, and the tiny little winged spirits that flutter past us, around us, between us..... and then I did my usual spin...trip...up the steps...."How are you? and  "Fine, just fine, and how's your wife doing these days, and the dog, and the flowers you planted in the spring?"  Another blessed everyday moment in this Gift of Life.....

The tiny little box of spouts was waiting for me.  The cardboard box swathed in tape, and little birds stamped on the outside.  I smiled hugely.   And next to it... Another box.   Sharon smiled, and pushed it towards me.  "Merry Christmas"......she whispered..... How the hell she knew, I'll never know.... but....

She was right.  A gift of love, of sharing, of embracing, of dancing in a Moon Circle....was wrapped tightly in the decorated, stamped, addressed to ME  box, and when I opened it, nestled in paisley tissue paper,  A River of Friendship, of Old Souls spilled out..... The box was filled with a thousand trinkets touched by fate and fortune.... and more.....

It was filled with Love.....

Thank you Kelly .... hugely....

For reaching out...with the words and the arms of  a forever friend....

Merry Hippie Christmas.....Thank you for painting my world, our world, the forever world with the random Wild Love that makes this world the one that we cherish living in.  Peace~love, good, good vibes......

PS:  Yup, those are both my brand new ones:)  And yeah, they totally rock!





6 comments:

eric1313 said...

To "Sing"...

It gets around! Like a new-old bike.

eric1313 said...

I read this post again, and a few others, and the Kindred Spirits line right here helped me tonight.

singleton said...

Much Peace, Eric.....Kindred Spirits are little butterflies....

eric1313 said...

They flutter far north and south, and weave winding pattern tattoos that are good things to follow through.

Because it's not over
until everyone's happy
and if everyone isn't
happy,
it's not over.

Wise new friend who teaches people to fly said that, and it sounds so poetic and true. In most cases.

Much Peace.

eric1313 said...

And a happy new year, too.

eric1313 said...

Is it still raining?

Are the cold walls still
damp and runny with
humidity's must?

Is the sun still backlighting
a rainbow collage?

Are the flowers still blooming,
or will we have to wait until
the spring
for them to open their velvet
and feathery petals
up to the sky again?