As I age, like an onion, new layers encircle me and become what the world sees.  Layer by layer, it happens.  The me that I started out to be is that little core deep in the center.  It’s that delicate and vulnerable pearl, like the very center of the onion.  All those layers take on the job of protecting the little pearl.  The little girl.  I will always be her.  All the things that the world throws at me and in my path try to distract me, preventing my footfalls from landing where I want them to. Or perhaps those “things” save me from landing my footfalls where I want them to land.

Along the way I encounter someone I see in a YouTube video, or a painting perhaps. I’ve been watching a series of videos called “Reflections of Life”. They inspire and teach me life lessons, giving me pause.  I remember where I meant to go.  What I started out to do.  It’s as though they are able to see through all the layers, bringing me all the way back to that original pearl I started out as.  I feel changed by it and a light shines on the path before me.

There are moments in life that are so sweet, you want to memorize them.  Hold on to them.  Get them out and look at them once in a while to bring them back to you, if only in a fragrant memory.

I can never get enough of such times.  I want to hold onto them, not forgetting a moment or a word.  Sure enough, it begins to fade and I want to call it back and say “tell me…tell me again”.