There are certain surprises that I like. Those that stop your heart for just one moment… make you catch yourself in a smile. I like the small surprises that you can allow yourself, if you take the time. Like really tasting cheese…when it melts so slowly on your wine-moistened tongue and breathes with you… mmmmm… that’s a nice surprise. When you hear a song for the first time, one that you’ve played a million times, but then suddenly, one day, walking with headphones, the words and the music slip in deeply, and you hear them from the inside out… that’s a nice surprise. Having your heart cracked wide open, and it keeps beating… that’s a nice surprise. Seeing past the stereotypes, the armor, the disguises, and truly seeing people…that’s a nice surprise. Celebrating the poets and the milk bottle throwers… living and loving with that same cracked and beautiful heart, that’s a wonderful surprise.
Carrying my letters in a bottle, my heart and mind wide open… surprise me.