Yesterday I shared deep belly, almost rolling on the floor, laughter with a quick-witted, charming, and kind-hearted poetry loving soul. She has a big authentic smile, a quirky sense of humour, and a depth to her that is magnetic. And she was a complete stranger.
What began as a simple question about the writing on her arm ended in two strangers sharing stories, talking about favourite poets and a mutual love of poetry, that sparked a connection and a reflection on the interconnectedness of life. Often, what you see in someone else, also resides in you. I am so very grateful for this exchange and the reminder to be open -to be present to life because you never know where inspiration will come from.
For some of us, this takes a bit of courage. Nervously, I shared with Michelle that I had recently started a blog on my new website and asked if she would be willing to let me take a photo. Being open minded, she said sure. I took a picture of her and snapped one of the two of us. “Ugh”, I stated as I looked at myself in the photo. “I didn’t spend anytime getting ready this morning.” And her immediate response “well... I look like a boy named Carl.”
And this quirky soul keeled over in laughter in broad daylight in the middle of Chapters South Edmonton.
Thank you Michelle for inspiring me. The laughter and connection continues.