The invitation came as expected.
It comes each month, a time to sip tea with friends.
So Sunday's expectation was for an expected time of tea.
Walking into the room surprised me.
There were seventeen of us.
The atmosphere was full of love and well being,
plus anticipation.
There was a gentleness of spirit.
A time of quiet talk.
Tea time began with a time of quiet and remembering.
The spirit touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
An unexpected time.
Yes, it was!
Do you sometimes find the unexpected in an expected time,
a time of anticipation?
