Touched by Blessing

Sometimes memories return like small caresses, or little feather touches from the past. We smile, remember, savor and perhaps even wince a bit. Then the memories fade and are forgotten. But if the feather touches persist, there is a story that wants to take wing. The recollections accumulate and gather substance. Slowly a time that was touched by blessing and meaning is brought to life again. It has a wingspan and wants to be shared.