Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Saturday, December 29, 2012

My Voice

Yesterday
making an exchange in a local store,
heard my name and turned around.

There she stood
a young woman who did my hair
over 40 years ago.

We shared,
she looks the same
and said I did also.
I asked " how did you know
I was in this store"
 and she replied
I heard your voice.

She was always so good to me
and compliments were always
received on the then 33 year old
young woman who was
expecting her
4th child.

Her young husband worked for
our company for a short time.
Now he so successful.  I read
his name in the local paper often.

On my trip back to the cottage in the woods
I smiled all the way home.
For some reason this seemed like
a special gift to me.

They just keep
coming and
I like it....

7 comments:

FlowerLady Lorraine said...

What a lovely experience for you!!! I love it when things happen like that and they most certainly are gifts.

Love and hugs to you dear Ernestine,
FlowerLady Lorraine

Pienosole said...

Thanks for sharing another beautiful story. I suspect that you too are the giver of many beautiful moments.
Nice examples of good karma coming back.

Balisha said...

What a wonderful happening. It seems you have long time friends whereever you go. Enjoy your day.
Balisha

judemiller1 said...

They surely are gifts--one's that don't cost a thing monetarily, but give us so much.

Laura said...

may the joys continue to come and fill your days as we stand on the cusp of the new year.... xoxoxoxo

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Lorraine, Pienosole, Balisha, Judy and Dear Laura, thank you for visiting.

madwomandancing said...

I had a similar experience about fifteen years ago when I was in a store. A former client of mine (she was a teenager then) heard my voice. I hadn't seen her in years and she said she'd been trying to find me. It was a very dear reunion. And, I too, loved the idea that I was recognizable (after many years) by my voice alone. I'm glad you were blessed with this experience!