Thursday, 11 February 2010
Gifts. What are they? They come in all shapes, sizes, colours and are often indescribable.
I love to give gifts. Home made, shop bought, anything. The pleasure on the face of the receiver is a gift in return.
Today I’m giving myself a gift.
A present of time. Presence in the moment. Reflection and peace.
I receive it with utmost pleasure. My personal gift to myself.
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