fingerprints

"our fingerprints don't fade from the lives of the people we touch"

I so know that to be true. once a man came through my line while i was working in a book store. he was native american had long black silk for hair. upon his left middle finger was a turquoise ring so beautiful i wished it was mine. he said to me "child," (as he reached for my left hand to put in his) "your soul is very old, you have lived many lives and carry the troubles of those lives. your spirit is beyond this time and space. you are a part of the gods hearts, they love you and give you a gift of foreseeing, did you know?" i told this amazing man holding my hand, "yes, i know" yet he was not done, "your spirit will fly with the eagles when you time is done on this earth you will move to a place of peace and love, and i will see you there." he bought his how to cook for one book and with a wink he was gone...his fingerprints will never fade from my life.
how amazing it is that things like that happen, it wasn't the first time i was approached by a stranger and i doubt it was the last. but it resonates within me.
you see, i love people. they my be mean and cruel, they may come with a black heart, but there are the ones that making loving people worth it. thanks mom, gramie, sharon, eve, bones, james, jess. thanks for reminding me that there are pure spirits abound.thankyou man at my counter. lady in the elevator. man on the street. it goes on, but for now you know who you are if your living right, i am thankful to you.

blessed be we all are each and every day.