What does one call those people?

Those people. Those people. Those beautiful, wonderful people that show up in one's life to light the way. Those people. You know them. Sometimes we can miss them when we aren't really looking. I have so many in my life. I can see them all now. I can see them on a daily basis. I can see those that are from before, those that were, still are, and stand before me as if in the present and in my future. Once they've brought me light, it never fades. I must confess that sometimes the darkness covers them and they appear to fade. Turns out it is fear that covers them. Just when we need them the most. But sometimes we need to walk that darkness only to find the light more lovely than ever before.

Those people. I love you all. Those people. Sometimes you are in my life forever. Mostly, though, they show up for a day or two or three. Sometimes it is for a few months. Sometimes it's a person who serves you breakfast at a restaurant and remembers you love orange marmalade and brings a jar of orange marmalade to work - just in case you come back for breakfast someday.

I sit on the edge of tears these days. Turns out that's not such a bad place to be. The tiniest of jars, the simplest of places and I was so unabashedly touched. In a world that seemed so harsh, bleak and filled with an unbelievable amount of injustices and yes, evil, there are still very, very small jars of orange marmalade given so sweetly and kindly to a virtual stranger.

I smile. I smile with me heart and my soul. The world deals such nasty blows. And it is those people , those people that keep the light on. I'm home now. I feel safe in my own heart, in my own soul. I'll keep the light on as well. One never knows when one can also be one of those people.