My back seat was full yesterday, and when a small window of time opened up, I crawled amongst the beach traffic to a Goodwill drop-off point. When I pulled up, the worker was standing ready to help me with the boxes. On top of one box was a skirt that has made it through all my many moves the past 10 years. It was a beauty, rich fall colors, a mix of fabrics. Time to say goodbye, but my hand couldn’t help but fondle it one last time before I picked up the box to hand it to the man waiting in the drop-off.
May the next owner of that skirt be well. May the skirt live the next phase of its life with joy.
“How are you doing, today?” I asked the man, present.
He told me as we shifted these boxes to his arms that he was not doing so well.
I asked him why this was and he said that “it started out okay but…” and his voice faded out, so I added into the words unsaid, “Then all hell broke loose?” and this made him laugh.
“Yes,” he said.
More boxes, more shifting of weight from my car to his arms.
“I hope you are able to resolve your trouble” I said as I waited for my receipt.
“Oh, it will be resolved alright.” He said. “I’m moving out.”
“Oh, big life shifting.” I said.
“Yes.”
“Good luck with your move,” I said in parting.
He smiled.
I do not know what it is, this way life has of bringing me truer interactions with what many would consider peripheral. It has been this way often. The moment opens wherever and whenever. May Mr. Goodwill be well. May his move bring him peace—and may we all meet where we meet in the smallest of moments .
Life as Improv 
This sounds so like you. I don’t think life brings these moments to you; I think you, unlike too many of us too much of the time, respond to these moments when they arrive, as they do for us all. Reminds me of that old Joni Mitchell, “You Turn Me On I’m a Radio.” That’s you. Singing to life. “The lines are open…”
I am basking in kindness of this comment, Michael. Thank you. Joni Mitchell lyrics are hummmmming here. I noticed your city changed on your profile. Did you move north?
We’ve been in the Twin Cities for nearly three years now. Colder in winter, but only a couple of hours from big water: Lake Superior. It’s not the ocean, but it’s as close.
Goodness. I’m sorry I forgot or missed this move. I’m glad you all are near water!
a sweet
gift of good
will 🙂
a tiny quark
of engagement
is a gift
as is a smile
from you.
Hi Marga! Good to see you making an appearance here, it’s been a while. All best wishes, Hariod.
Hi Hariod.
Such a pleasure to meet you here, today. Thank you for popping in. Good wishes sent back your way! x, m
I think people sense your realness and respond to it, and so they’re willing to open the inner world a little instead of just platitudes.
Welcome back Marga!
Alison
I feel such pleasure in such tiny moments of sharing truth. Thank you for popping in with your lovely energy! x! m
In the smallest of moments indeed M. Those are so often the ones that loom large. Greetings from the desert to the sea.
Greetings back to you! I hope you are still enjoying your corner of the world with such a great view of the stars.
Mmmm, how lovely to see your name in my inbox. How lovely to read about your bit of connection and grace.
I so love the people that popped back into my world today with my tiny moment of sharing. I hope all is unfolding well in your world, KK! I think of you often. x! m
So very true, those precious little moments shared in our lives. May we always be mindful of such occasions as they unfold. Thanks for reminding me of this. Cheers!
thank you, Paula. Little moments strung along together make a life 🙂