I have been carried away in dreams to visit memories from a far off land. The gift of presence is there, fun and laughter, the sun ripe and shining. The gift of listening is there of greeting, warm and touching. The gift of touch is there, handshakes, slaps, guidance in names of things. There are so many gifts in interacting with another. All we need to do is to visit the memories warm and we can open these again. They shine through our lives in spite of all else we encounter. Bringing us strength and blessing to see through the gifts of another day.