When you grasp the box in your hands. And you tear its wrapping paper – patterned and colored. And you untie the ribbon – satin to one side and velvet to the other.
Your heart skips, your eyes twinkle, your fingers wiggle. Not knowing what’s inside.
It could be chocolate. It could be a book. It could be a sweater. Whatever it is.
It is simply exciting. To be lovingly gifted.
So give.
She opens her box of beads and strings. Each string a different color and length. Each bead a different color, shape and size.
She picks a string. Then, she carefully picks and chooses her beads.
She slips the chosen beads through the string. One bead follows another – in rhythmic sequence.
Until she has a perfect string of beads.
Then, she ties the two ends of the string together to make a bracelet.
She slips the bracelet on a little girl’s hand.
And says to her, ‘This one is for you.’
I dedicate this to every strong and beautiful woman that was kind and generous enough to express her admiration for the strings of words I share with all of you each day.
Life Demiraged 