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“Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”
~ Ruth Reichl

We went to a neighbour’s house for belated Christmas drinks yesterday.

On a rainy summer’s afternoon we sat on the veranda talking and laughing and sharing stories. It was lovely.

And then it was magical.

One of my neighbours shared a memory of her early childhood. She thinks perhaps that she was about two years of age. She remembered being guided out of her body at night, and people would take her flying through the night sky. It was always such a shock when she would float down, down, down and back into her body again at flight’s end. She would lie in her body watching the room spin, and wishing she was back there, up in the air and free again.

How odd.

My skin prickled with goosebumps of recognition…