Thursday, January 12, 2012

Big or Small...when does size really matter?


Over here, on my side of this little orb, I’m having a coffee, compliments of my coffee station; you all remember my coffee station, right? Yummy stuff!
It’s a small coffee station, but then my kitchen is small...or is it?
My kitchen is 14’ x 12’; is that big, or small? (for my European friends that's 4.27m x 3.66m)
Well...it’s all relative, isn’t it.
For anyone living on this little orb, in a place where having four walls of any kind, let alone kitchen walls, would be a dream come true, the idea of one room being 14’ x 12’ is incomprehensible - is it not?
Yet, to others, 14' x 12’ might be the size of their garden shed out back.
Is that big for a garden shed, or small? 
Well...it’s all relative, isn’t it.
To some, having a little garden would be a dream come true...the shed, I speak of, would be like having an opulent dwelling plopped down in the middle of this garden - that is how size is perceived by those having no way of comparing it to anything when they have nothing.
How big is nothing, or how small is it; when you have nothing does size really matter?



Now look around you...is what you have big or small compared to having nothing at all?
 Jenny

Monday, January 02, 2012

See a penny, pick it up...



She reached out to take the few coins offered back in change; they fell to the floor; she had not been fast enough.
The young man behind her smiled and waited for just a moment before bending and claiming the coins.
Surrendering them to her - their hands touched. He was taken by the warmth and smoothness of her skin.

He smiled.
She thanked him and asked him to keep the sole penny, in the grouping, as a wee token of good luck; she had a knack for finding lucky pennies and at every opportunity thrilled in sharing one.
To the left of the store was a favourite coffee shop of many of the locals; she had often enjoyed people watching from the corner nook and the thought of a little pause, before walking the three blocks to her home, was appealing; as was the thought of a good coffee.
Home had its burdens, not that anyone every heard her complain, but having a few moments to herself was as good as getting on a plane and having a few days in the sun...well, almost!
His voice startled her...how long had she been standing, blocking the doorway...he asked if she would join him for a coffee - holding the door she walked in ahead of him.
At no loss for words or good cheer they struck up a healthy conversation and before she knew it she was saying good-bye. 
He reached for her hands, squeezed them gently and said, “same time next Tuesday?”
She winked and said, “I’ve never regretted the investment of a penny - next week would be lovely.”

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Have you ever been given a good luck penny? And...
Jenny