Making Amends

He bowed with an open hand then offered me the most precious gift "the pen ! " and I fell for him in the hardest way as I sat there, like a fish on a hook, looking through a distorted fish bowl. What kind of creature was this, that could see right through me as if I wore no skin, ? " This was the kind of man that had guided my soul for many a lifetime this time around, he knew how to use kid gloves no matches, no flames,... just kindness and understanding and a mild recognition, that we had been here before "