TITLE: Days of Sunflower Seeds and Strawberry Incense
By Sharon Singley
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Invincible days, where the intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear. We would stay up late, investigating mysteries unseen. We would sleep in late, tired from our investigations, only to spring up out of bed, excited by the new day.
Long walks toward the unknown. It wasnít about the destination, it was all about the trip. We would talk until our heads ached and laugh until our sides ached. You were my best friend, and with you all the world was right. I could forget the sadness and confusion my reality had become outside of our walls.
This was a time of magic, a golden time of innocence and precarious wonderings. A time when the Lord blessed me with my other self, the person who stepped into my life when I needed her most.
Together we have walked from childhood to womanhood, from evil to The Light, through husbands, children, sorrow, death, joy, peace, distance and closeness. Together we have discovered the sweet mystery of grandchildren! Oh, those babies.
Was it so long ago, my friend? Or was it only yesterday that we talked for hours on end, with nothing more pressing than our own imaginations. When I look in the mirror I see the woman I have become, but when I look in my heart I still see the young girl, sitting with her best friend eating sunflower seeds and burning strawberry incense.
And when my world feels old, when I have a hard time seeing those days, you call. Right on cue, my friend is there. Once again we are two young girls who still can talk until our heads ache and laugh until our sides ache.
My prayer will always be that when we at last are on to bigger and better things, we will be able to talk and laugh our way through eternity. I think the Lord would find pleasure in our wonderings, donít you?
Copy write © 2006 Sharon Singley
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