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01.31.03 - noonish
our hearts light and open

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For instance, even as I was sitting here wondering what to do with myself, I heard sound coming from the back yard. I looked out the window and Rexy and Sydni were standing on Rexy's little back stoop. Sydni saw me and she turned and waved! Such a sweet, sweet creature she is. She looked all golden in the sunlight. She was wearing shades and holdign flowers in her hands. Irises, I think, with a paper towel wrapped around the bottom to keep the bulbs moist, maybe, or the stems. And she had a little back pack on, I think (although I could be wrong about that), and a little smile on her face. The usual dimples. As I said, she gave a little wave, with the hand that was not holding the irises and then I was seen!

Sydni had seen me and then Rex and then what? I didn't know. So I slipped out of the window to think. (It's sometimes hard to think when you're busy being seen!) Sydni looked so perfectly lovely and I was feeling a pleasant sensation of missingness. I miss her! I haven't spent any major amount of time with her in a really long time! I decided (of course, of course) I should go out (barefoot and all) and hug her. Then I had a direction! Out of my bedroom, through the hallway, then the kitchen and the foyer, front door open/close, down the steps into the sunshine. Notice Terry's car in the driveway, round the corner and (!!) it's Sydni and Rexy! Rex, I think, made way for me to hug Syndi, since that was clearely my aim in that moment. She didn't seem much to mind the bee-line (After all, I hug Rexy all the time).

I, myself, was quite in thrall. I wanted to just reach up and pet Sydni's hair. I missed her so much! It was delicious to lay my hands on her, to wrap my arms around her. She is such a precious friend and I spend almost no time with her whatsoever. So we hugged and it could have lasted forever, that moment of embrace. But it didn't. Then iI was hugging Rexy and Rexy was hugging me and then they were getting into the car, going off to lunc and I was climbing the red steps again, going back into the house, with a new direction. (See, directions all over the place!) My new direction: to email Sydni and letter know how much I've missed her and would like to spend time with her. Then I had a new direction after that. To return to my notebook, like it's my best friend and write all about my little discoveries. See, how the moment will lead us if we listen, if we watch, if we keep our hearts light and open!

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it really means a lot to me when you say hello after stopping by.
please do.
then check back later, for i may have responded to your message.

suddenly, i'm wanting this guestbook to be a forum for further dialogue.
help me with this, please, by saying hi and/or sharing your thoughts.
you can do this every time you come. why not?