Originally uploaded by Barbara Y.
Yesterday, late morning, I sat across from another Beauty (given Gill's definition), who treated me to a breakfast feast and timely gifts and I felt my eyes water. I wiped the tears quickly, embarrassed though they were real (using Saint Teresa's criteria.)
After I went to the dentist and then had my nails painted lime - my ode to frivolity.
I then sat in an outdoor cafe, sipped rich Italian coffee and read one of my gifts - a book on dance (though I didn't even think to climb on the table.)
I paid a quick visit to the store and was surprised to look up and see a plum - how strange to see someone from one life enter another.
Home then to more suprises - an extraordinary bouquet of wild flowers from my love and lover - shown in the photo, more books and wine, perfumed body cream and candle, telephone calls and emails.
Later still, I wined and dined with my family - luxuriously - at Cafe de Paris. When we returned
home, Emily and I put our tap shoes on and danced.
I swat away thoughts that I do not deserve such abundance, such love.