MajestyJo
02-13-2014, 03:25 AM
Thursday, February 13, 2014
You are reading from the book Today's Gift
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
If kisses can be made of acorn buttons, they can be made of any good thing. Think of kisses made of candy. Therefore, there must be a thousand and one ways to give a kiss. We can give one made of wild flowers picked in the ditch, the melody in a music box, the few true words in a note, or the picture we ourselves draw to give to the one we love. Think of how we can hide them here and there under pillows, in corners, in pockets where they're sure to be seen and felt. Think of how hearts kiss when we hug or hold hands, how sleeping beauties suddenly wake up.
Does it matter that we try new ways to show our same old love?
For many years in recovery, I realized how much I had looked for love in all the wrong places and in the wrong ways.
When I read this, I thought of loves from nature, and was reminded of the wild strawberries I picked as a child. I walked the railroad tracks with my son, and picked them many years later to give him a treat that I had as a child.
You are reading from the book Today's Gift
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
If kisses can be made of acorn buttons, they can be made of any good thing. Think of kisses made of candy. Therefore, there must be a thousand and one ways to give a kiss. We can give one made of wild flowers picked in the ditch, the melody in a music box, the few true words in a note, or the picture we ourselves draw to give to the one we love. Think of how we can hide them here and there under pillows, in corners, in pockets where they're sure to be seen and felt. Think of how hearts kiss when we hug or hold hands, how sleeping beauties suddenly wake up.
Does it matter that we try new ways to show our same old love?
For many years in recovery, I realized how much I had looked for love in all the wrong places and in the wrong ways.
When I read this, I thought of loves from nature, and was reminded of the wild strawberries I picked as a child. I walked the railroad tracks with my son, and picked them many years later to give him a treat that I had as a child.