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.