The sky was filled with coloured air, some pink, some yellow, some ash, some mist, some sunlight shining through. In other area's there was smoke, others there were dark clouds. On the ground people were walking the streets, some were smoking, others chatting, others shouting, others thinking to themselves. Above each person (in the sky) a co-ordinated colour mist existed. Above a girl on the phone to her girl friend was glitter, above a man shouting_ a dark cloud and so on.
While we are going on about our everyday life we are giving off colours/lack of colour. We are giving of fumes or perfumes. We may not see these colours or may not actually smell them but they are there. Imagine something like the Holi festival.
While getting ready for work in the morning I am reminded of my friend when I put on a bangle that she gave me. She may not be there but her face comes to mind. I am reminded of my brother as I walk past his room. He may not be there but his face too comes to mind. I drink my coffee and a friend that I would drink coffee with in the morning in 2012 would come to mind and nostalgic feelings would come to the surface. When I put on my head band another friend comes to mind, whilst reading my bible a friend who is going through a dry patch comes to mind. When I am doing my eye make up a acquintance comes to mind. When glancing over some old text books my varsity friends come to mind. Their lives all having such an impact on mine. Whilst nothing physical to show for it. When I'm facing a familiar problem in my life a friends encouragement comes to mind. All of their lives have shaped mine and the way in which I think. They may never know how much I think of them and they may never know how much their words have echoed into my future. Things that are not seen, play a role in my everyday life.
At an end year function a friend of mine exclaimed after drinking too much wine that an sms I had sent her had saved her from committing suicide. I was shocked that she was in that state in the first place and secondly that I had smsed her. It is not often that I do. I didn't know the influence that that sms had had, well until then. There are guy friends that I feel I will never be able to repay for their loving kindness that has spoken to the depths of my soul. Friends of mine have been there for me without even knowing it and they may never know. There have been times when I have felt so down and their love and support has brought tears to my eyes. Guy friends that have always seen the best in me. Guys that have anticipated my needs before I even thought about them. Ie: offering to give me a lift home from the garage knowing that I am taking my car in the next day. Other precious acts like leaving me notes on my car window, chocolates on my pillow, buying me sweetner when I am about to run out, writing me letters, praying for me, texting me, calling me when I am feeling down, buying me flowers for my birthday, offering to drive, making me coffee and delivering it to my doorstep. All of which speak to the depths of my soul. They may never know how much I needed that coffee that day. It wasn't really about the coffee but about the heart behind it. They may never know.
Just as I might not have known the extent of influence that one sms could've had on my class mate, I may never know the influence of my life. You may not know either. But know that you do have influence!
Just a thought!
Love,
Sarah***
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