She appears so content,
sitting on a bench,
reading.
On a screen, not a book!
Curious, I ask if she likes it.
"Yes," she tells me, "and I never thought I would."
And, I am struck once again
by how we all make assumptions.
Every day.
This will work for me. . .
this won't.
I will never give up the feel of a real book in my hands.
I could never enjoy reading a newspaper online.
So definite about so much.
She reminds me to try to hold these thoughts more lightly.
To leave space for possibility.
To allow that today I might feel differently.
I have given her a bowl.
And she has given me a gift.
Of inestimable value.
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