Monday, 15 September 2008

The Face of Love

These mornings I like to eat blackberries as I stroll along with Susie. The other day I popped one in my mouth and with it's taste, exploded memories in my mind. Suddenly I was six again standing at the kitchen table in Mrs Murphy's, mashing blackberries in a saucer with milk and sugar. The taste of that particular blackberry had taken me back to that warm kitchen to Mrs Murphy, in her wrap around apron, whose eyes smiled love and affection and in whose kitchen I always felt welcome and OK. We moved from Macroom at that time, and I lost my centre this memory has healed something inside and opened my heart and mind to many more memories and faces of Love.

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