She Rises

Fall down seven times, stand up eight. - Japanese Proverb

This Week

I had productive business meetings.

I got to take in the wonderful fall weather in the Southeast.

I ate homemade soul food - fried this-and-that - and washed it all down with iced tea (AKA, the table wine of the South).

I worked a gazillion crossword puzzles.

I toured the birthplace and youth home of Martin Luther King, Jr. Wow.

I took myself to a movie.

I drove through mountainous areas with beautiful tree colors - vibrant even through the downpour of rain.

I also nursed a broken heart.

Muuwaahaahaa!

Who knew that a matador and a vampiress could have so much chemistry....

Sign Along Historic Route 66

Fall Day On A Farm

Profundity

It was the most unexpected moment.

I was on a business trip and dining with 15 other industry professionals; wine and conversation were flowing when our evening host - directly to my right - began gesturing to emphasize a point.

That was when I noticed his hands.

Instantly, I was struck by the likeness and marveled at the familiarity - - similar hands had held my own, had stroked my hair and rested on my knee. What impacted me most, however - and what will likely not make sense to another soul - was the considerable emotion that overcame me.

Caught off guard and confused by the odd link and tender association, I blinked to dry my eyes and swallowed to relieve the lump in my chest.

I knew I loved him but I did not account for how much until I recognized his hands in another.