Our task this week is to focus on Super Powers.
He didn’t know how she did it.
There was no fancy suit hiding in the back of the wardrobe, no specialised kit in the cupboard, no special books, tools or potions. Just her.
Except there was more to her than ‘Just’. She was everything.
That smile, that warmth, she had people eating out of her hand with the minimum of effort. They would tell her their troubles as if they’d known her for years instead of minutes, and when she had encouraged them to share their burden, they left with a smile and a lighter heart.
How did she do that?
She had compassion, understanding and the ability to listen, not needing to say a single word or offer platitudes.
She was the same with animals. Even the most nervous would come to her, albeit tentatively at first, but come to her they would. One sniff and the tension just left their bodies, they could sense she was a friend and not a threat.
She was all his, all he wanted, and all she wanted to be.
He was happy to share, happy to watch her interact, happy to have her in his life.
She was his life.
At the touch of her hand, a warmth would steal through his body, seeking out whatever ailed him, absorbing it into herself, bringing him instant relief and peace.
He said she had the power of Magic.
She laughed, and said it was the Power of Love.
Lovely Di. All you need is love.
I can think of nothing more lonely or sad than never being loved.
Beautiful and heart-lifting.
Thank you so much for a lovely comment.