Mittwoch, 21. Dezember 2011

In Gedanken

Megan, eine meine Lieblingsbloggerinnen beschreibt in solch schönen Worten, was ich in letzter Zeit oft fühle, dass ich sie lieber selber tippen lasse, anstatt mich daran zu versuchen:

... there was a point when i leaned back in my chair, took note of the surroundings and the stories unfolding and thought, this meal is prayer made manifest. both prayer of the present as well as the future.

i studied the messy table littered with half-eaten food, crumbs that only eleanor could have made, and i sent up a silent plea: let there always be children. let there always be mess. and children's books. let there be plentiful food and drink. fresh flowers on the table. the music of a good joke and the subsequent cascade of laughter. let there be shared looks between old friends and the gentle palm of a hand on the back by someone who's seen you cycle through good, bad and all that is between. let there be love. of friends. of partners. of children. of another memory in the making.

Megan Fee


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