Rice

So it's rice.

But it's not any rice.

It was hand carried to my house. And I know the person who planted, nurtured and harvested it.
A lovely, gentle and prayerful woman.
A woman who speaks softly but prays with immense authority.
A woman who chuckles gently, and who chides gently.
A woman whose smile lights up her face and those of people around her.
A woman who knows how to listen and yet speak when needed.
A woman who is able to stand her ground and encourages others to do likewise.

Thank you, SB. It was such a blessing and pleasure to have spent time with you. It was too short and I hope to see you again sometime soon.