Things That Matter...

 . . . Ice cream. Charity. Hope. Things that sparkle and make us feel shy. Faith. Sunsets like flames of fire. Mohinga soup in Myanmar. Croissants in Paris. Remnant acts of kindness. Sweaty dogs that leap and chew and wag their tails with crazy enthusiasm. Jane Austen. Red shoes. Perseverance that forms character. Character that holds to hope. The birth of a new baby; the exhaustion of a mother. Fine red wine at midnight on New Year's Eve. Kisses. Friends who listen. Friends who hear unspoken grief. Letting go to take hold. Knowing when to go home.

And knowing when to leave. Birdsongs and bees' buzzes by waters that lap at the river's edge. Choices made. Acceptance. Freedom to choose. Family dinners. Arguments about what is real and how to take hold of that which is unseen. Good questions. Weekend retreats in the secret, sacred void between matter and antimatter. Packing a suitcase to step on to a plane. Travelling. Postcards that say 'I miss you!' Memories that remind you of people who love you. Stories with happy endings.

And unexpected endings to create stories that matter.