Gifts

I have received two gifts recently, and both mean much to me. One, because it came from something that I did in a way, and the other, more spontaneous, but equally as treasured by me.


Not too long after the weaver Aiyana came to the fires, we had sat one night and I told stories. The young woman loves stories, and I do have a few. I told her of the Perfect Heart, which is one of my favorites, and I think now, one of hers' too. It is a lovely story, with much meaning. Evidently she has been thinking upon the story quite a bit. At the stream the other day, she gave me a gift. It is a heart. From what she said, she has woven a blanket of hearts, and once it was done, she had unraveled parts of it, each section being a heart, and has given these separate sections of the whole to people that mean something to her. I found the sentiment beautiful, and I will treasure my part of it, always. In fact, that first day, I tucked it inside my tunic and wore it close to my own heart. It now resides in my little wooden chest of treasures, where I can take it out, run my fingers over it and think of the love and attention that went into it. I shall treasure it always, not just for the physical gift of it, but more for the emotions behind it. Thank you Aiyana. Thank you very much.


The second was more spontaneous, I think, but just as important to me. I have only seen the young spex Isu very few times. She seems very quiet, and into her own world most of the time. There is nothing wrong with this, it is simply part of her personality I think, due to her gift. She had come to the fires, and her little fingers were deftly weaving blades of grass. I think part of it may be from nervousness, and maybe part of it is because she sees things in the grass? I am never quite sure with those of the harsuspex clan, just what is going on in their minds, and to be honest, not sure if I want to. Soon, it was only she and I at the fires, talking mostly about nothing in particular. I watched as the blades of grass turned into a smallish square in her hands. Suddenly, she held it out to me, saying she wanted me to have it, that I could set my mug on it or something. I was touched. It was a simple thing, a spontaneous gesture, but it touched me. I hope to spend more time with her, to get to know her better. As for now, I have the coaster in my wagons, and as I write this, my mug of tea rests on it.


Two gifts...........both treasured..