A neighbor dropped by yesterday for tea and as we were sitting on the sofa, her eyes kept being drawn to Iresina. She told me the story of her grandmother who had a near death experience while giving birth to her mother. People gravitated to the grandmother, wanted to be near her. Perhaps we could assume they had some feeling of well-being in her presence.
We gravitate toward love and acceptance. Accepting things just as they are. Accepting people just as they are. It's the feeling of coming home.
I love my neighbor, and, with a smile, i accept that she wasn't paying attention to me, but to Iresina.
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