I had to have a talk with myself and tell my thinking self that I was giving it a break, sending it outside to look around. I had some things to do and I would be back for it later. As I quietly entered the room I could see hundreds of images, of various sizes and shapes, spread all over the floor. The images represented a variety of ages, genders, ethnicities, cultures, and some were of action while others were very still. Images of people from all walks of life. As I began walking around the images, picking some up and moving others. It happened. I was pulled toward the image of this young boy with the tulips. It was if the image reached out to me, ” I have something for you, a message perhaps.” I picked up the image of they young boy with the tulips and went back to my seat. Little did I know that I would receive the greatest gift of all.
When I scanned his face I could feel his enthusiasm bursting forth in his giggle. As I looked into his eyes I could see the excitement and anticipation of “the giver”. He had plans for those tulips, plans that gave him great joy. His joy was in the giving.