Acceptance

I'm often amazed at the connections I have with some people I meet.

I meet them in strange places. I see their face, and something clicks inside. A memory of something. Strings of Karma that loop into space/time from the great beyond.

If I get to talk to them, it's like rejoining an old friendship. If it is good, then we talk as if we never parted. Sometimes current life things get in the way, and confusion sets in. Which is NOW? And which is THEN? And, then I get to putting value on it, which is a stupid thing to do. I haven't done that, this time. Old habits are hard to break. I accept them for who they are, no matter what. I laugh, and it is good. Having no desires about it, one way or the other.

Today, I'm much more sanguine about things like this. I accept them the way they are, now. One reason is that there's only confusion that comes through judging how things and people have value to me. The other is that people are what they are. If they make me laugh, and cry, and they are kind and uninhibitedly themselves, then its just like having a flower bloom in the snow. I'm thankful for it. Nothing more. But THAT'S ALOT! That's all there really is.

Acceptance