Dear You,

Walking along the streets in a foreign town I was in search of anything that would serve as a gift for the evening’s dinner hosts. A woman came up to sell me a scarf. She was poor and said it was how she and her husband made a living. Surely she has (or had) dreams of something different. Something in her eyes reminded me to be kind to everyone and I’ve since returned to my room with five scarves that will be wrapped as gifts.

May your next walk bring a welcome surprise wrapped in the warmth of many blessings.

Love,
Me