Scones With Jam, Cream And Gold

A little girl was playing in the corner of her room. Silently. Her sweet teddy bears and beautiful dolls kept her company. Outside it was raining cats and dogs. November rain. Cold and grey. Her dress was so sweet. Pink colored. Just what little girls love. She felt like a princess. A royal lady. Her grandmother was baking scones. With pure love. The smell of the scones was marvellous. For days the kitchen was the best place to be. The old clock whispered gently ... tick tock. Tick tock. The girl felt safe and at ease. A wonderful feeling. The window was closed.

Black coffee. She made another one. No milk. No sugar. She sat on a chair in the kitchen. Pink dress. Long forgotten memories came back. She saw a flash back. Her grandmother baking delicious scones. Jam and cream. Oh my God, so good! She could still smell them all. Happiness. A treasure. Her grandmother passed away a week ago. Tears in her eyes. She lost a precious icon. She left a gift for her granddaughter. The last will was ready to be revealed. An official letter sealed with a stamp. Containing three secrets. Besides that, the old woman had left a huge amount of pure gold.

The letter was created in black ink. Curly letters. Grandmother had written the words with utmost care. Her grandmother's perfume escaped from the letter. Safe and warm. At home. The clock observed the scene. It reacted with a tender voice ... tick tock. Tick tock. The coffee flavor was excellent. "Dear princess, ... you are my everything...", is how the letter started. It felt as if her grandmother was talking directly to her. Her presence was near. Even today. Scones ... if only there were scones ... She noticed an open box. To discover a pair of scones. Jam and cream.

A wise old lady, her grandmother. She loved her stories. As a little girl she could listen to her for hours. She made her feel like a princess. With gratitude she realized that she was deeply loved by her. November rain. Rain drops kissing the windows. The same smile - exactly the same one as in her childhood when she was playing in her room with her teddy bears and dolls - returned. Outside it was cold and grey. Moments of deja vu. She decided to continue to read the letter. The words touched her heart and soul.

The first secret that the grandmother revealed was about her profession. She was a talented writer. Famous and renowned. She wrote several books. All of them mentioned in the New York bestseller list of that time. We must choose a profession that sets our soul on fire. We only live once. We can only be magic if we remain true to who we really are. The granddaughter reflected on those words. She pursued a career as a lawyer. Many cases to defend, however she lost herself. Today she decided to honor her grandmother's words. She would start to write books too. No excuses.

The second secret was about dreams. All our dreams can come true. It takes courage to make them happen. The grandmother listed all her dreams that she achieved. A long list. Bucket list applied in reality. She also added how this made her feel. It made a difference not only in her life but also in the lives of everyone with whom she was connected. Happiness is contagious. The granddaughter felt overwhelmed by all emotions described into the finest details. She smiled. It motivated her to do the same. Listening to her heart. Transforming her wishes into actions.

The last secret was about love. True love. In our life we will meet many men. There will only be a few of them that will make our heart sing. Dance with soulmates only. All else is a learning process. Passengers will try to convince us of their best intentions. Be aware. Do they really love us? Ego can be a dark mask. Playing tricks and mindgames. Make sure that the ego has no chance to capture our heart. Healthy relationships will make us happy. When love enters our life, it will bring out the best version in both partners. Be patient. Everyone meets his soulmate when the time is ready.

The granddaughter finished her black coffee. She understood her grandmother's wisdom. The letter was a jewel. She was right. True love was precious. Her heart and soul deserved only the very best. Scenes of dreams coming alive. Be brave. The last scone. A spoon with jam and cream. Cutting the scone. Patiently. Two pieces of a whole. Past memories. It was silent in the kitchen. Life is what we make it. The more courage we show, the more sunny our life becomes. To taste a wonderful future, let us start to select the best ingredients now. The smell of true happiness. Creating warmth deep within.

Scones With Jam, Cream and Gold by Liesbeth Leysen