This week I learned from my close personal friend, J.M Coetzee
(the Nobel-Prize winning South African novelist),
that Gratitude and Pomegranate are
Sharing hairbrushes and sleeping in bunk beds
and making up secret hand signals that only the other one knows:
tuck hair behind ear
tug lobe twice
Somehow I’m not surprised.
I see the ruby-red orbs
ripe from sun and round with summer juice
weighing down the branch with impatience,
waiting to unzip the skin, the peel, and burst
My own heart-rind can barely contain the love-sown seeds inside,
stacked on pulpy bunk beds.
Dearest friends, I am so blessed to be the daily recipient of your love, prayers, cards, notes, letters, emails, blog comments, Facebook posts, and chocolate. Thank you for making my adventure abroad an experiment in gratitude! I am swallowed up in it. Your encouragement lines my heart and, as you can see, my walls. Words don’t do justice to how indebted I am to your kindness.
Special thanks go out to Stephen, Bonnie (+ Mystery Baby) and