The flower feeds the bee. The bee pollinates the flower. Who is the giver and who is the receiver?
What do you do for your own benefit that also helps someone else?
Every now and again we read or hear just the exact words that we needed to inspire us, provide solace, or to help us understand what was in our heart that we couldn’t quite name. These words come as a very special gift, easily kept and easily shared.
What words have come to you as a gift that you have cherished over the years?
There’s an odd sort of joy/frustration mix in any act of unwrapping. Will the gift be what I was hoping for? Will the avocado be perfect or brown? Any moment of unwrapping is a doorway, a place of possibility where hopes are dashed or exceeded.
How do you like to unwrap gifts? Are you a paper-tearer or one who opens carefully and tidily?