Gifts come disguised, wrapped to cover up what is inside. They often are a surprise, something special, unusual, unexpected. Almost magical, with antcipation and trepidation we unwrap. Some of us dive in, ripping, eager to discover the gift. Others hold back, shake, listen and gently remove the tape. Oten we are given gifts that do not sem like a gift they are so well-disguised. Sometimes to receive a gift of time or space we need to exprience something not so nice.
An arm injury has given me gift of coversation to explore more of my intense passion and both the good and bad that comes from this. It has also given me an appreciation for the unknown, for the ability of health professionals that have found a way to be gentle and kind when they are backed up with far too many patients to see. I have a little more space in my life right now and for that I am grateful.
Gifts come and go in our lives. The ones we often remember the most sometimes surprise us- seldom are they the most lavish- often they are not even given on a special occasion. Sometimes the wrapping is so different we do not even recognize them as gifts until we reflect. What gifts do you remember most?
