How many angels have you met in your life? Angels: people who come into your life--for a short time--to teach you something.
A tribute to one of my favourite island neighbours.
photo by ldyck
Not Forgotten
I'd see him out for a long walk on our small island. His long white hair swinging; his bare feet slapping the pavement. He always offered me a warm, "Glorious day!" and a broad smile. I quickly accepted the greeting and exchanged it for one of my own. His love of life was infectious. I looked forward to seeing him—a bright spot even on the darkest days. Because of his appearance, some may have called him a hippie, but I knew him as Gary Curlew—because he lived on Curlew Island, a tiny island that neighbours Mayne Island.
One day, I was surprised to see him in the hall, camera in hand, taking pictures of us—amateur actors engaged in a dress rehearsal. The way he moved and held his camera, he was experienced and skilled. He took a picture of each of the actors. No one was forgotten—not even me. Would I see that picture again? Where?
I did see it again, framed, contained in a plastic shopping bag, and hanging on my fence. It's one of the nicest pictures of me. I look so sweet, so innocent.
Did I thank him? Did I offer him money or at least a smile? I like to think I did. But, in truth, I can't recall.
(I shared this story with my husband. He assured me that I did thank Gary.)
Next Sunday...
Sunday, November 24
Carrots
A children's story about Mariam Horse and her bountiful garden.
I love this...
