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I wanted to tell you about some people I saw here and there.

There were two little girls I saw in a Dunkin Donuts. They were very, very little--both of them, if they stood next to me, wouldn't have come up to my hip. They both had long black hair that went down their back. They were sisters: one was wearing a three-tiered ruffle skirt with a stars-and-stripes pattern, and the other was wearing an Elsa T-shirt. They loved everything in the Dunkin Donuts--the ATM, the gift cards, the counter where you pick up your order. They dashed to each of these places and called to one another and showed each other everything. Their mom bought them coolatas as big as their arms, and bought herself a smoothie.

Man with a guitar
I've written about him before, I think, but he was there again, waiting for the bus on the highway, sitting on the guard rail, playing the guitar. I had the car windows wide open, and because I've seen him before, I felt like I knew him, and because I felt like I knew him and because he was playing the guitar, I waved at him. He waved back.

Man with flowers
I was walking in the neighboring town, and an SUV pulled up next to me, and a grizzled man called to me from the window. "Would you like some flowers?" he asked. He had a cellophane-wrapped bouquet. "Are you giving them away?" I asked cautiously. "Yeah!" he said. The car was full of people: another guy, a couple of women, several children. "Okay, sure! Thank you very much! I'll remember this day because of you!" I said. And I did, and do. Here's the bouquet:

Girl with the tattoo.
She works at the nearby supermarket. I may have tried to write about her before: she has a tattoo of an arrow on her arm, and fancy writing, and always I've tried to remember it, but always I've gotten it wrong. But today I have it right. It says: "Focus and keep aiming."

Okay: that can be my task. To focus and keep aiming, or vice versa, even.

Have some ferns soaked in sunshine:


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Aug. 4th, 2015 03:17 am (UTC)
That's a great tattoo!

I've had one in my head for a while, as well as a place and an artist picked out, but I've been waiting for the right time to get it. I'm thinking this upcoming trip to Washington (her studio is in Seattle) in October might turn out to be the right time.

So I should probably email her now, given that it's a custom job and she's a popular artist. :)
Aug. 4th, 2015 11:19 am (UTC)
Can you share what you're thinking of getting? (If not, I understand!)
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Aug. 4th, 2015 04:13 am (UTC)
Lovely images!
Aug. 4th, 2015 11:19 am (UTC)
Aug. 4th, 2015 08:04 am (UTC)
and because I've seen him before, I felt like I knew him

I think little contacts like this are very important. There are lots of people I'll see on my runs, or when I swim, and all we do is nod or smile as we pass, but it feels like we're connected, even though we know nothing about each other.
Aug. 4th, 2015 11:21 am (UTC)
Yeah, I think it provides a sort of background of social sustenance. It's not as nourishing as more involved social interactions would be, but it really is part of the web of support we build for one another.
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Aug. 4th, 2015 12:28 pm (UTC)
I wonder why the man or the carload was giving away bouquets, or a bouquet?
Aug. 4th, 2015 01:45 pm (UTC)
It was a one-off bouquet from Trader Joe's. I don't know! I thought it might be a pay-it-forward, spread-goodwill type thing? Otherwise... I come up with lots of sort-of mundane explanations (they were going to someone's party and two people happened to buy the identical bouquet, and they didn't want to give two, so they thought they'd give away the extra....?)

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Aug. 4th, 2015 03:57 pm (UTC)
What a lovely day! :)
Aug. 5th, 2015 12:27 pm (UTC)
These were collected over a few days, but they were bright moments in the days they happened in.
Aug. 4th, 2015 07:08 pm (UTC)
It's a good motto.
Aug. 5th, 2015 12:27 pm (UTC)
I agree.
Aug. 5th, 2015 12:54 am (UTC)
I love getting to see the world through your eyes - thanks!
Aug. 5th, 2015 12:27 pm (UTC)
I'm really glad--thank you!
Aug. 5th, 2015 01:08 am (UTC)
I wanted to tell you about some people I saw here and there.

Thank you for these sketches. The people are wonderful and so are the ferns.
Aug. 5th, 2015 12:28 pm (UTC)
I love the ferns too. Sometimes I think the material world exists in order to display light to full advantage.
Aug. 5th, 2015 01:46 am (UTC)
:) Thanks for these glimpses - I liked reading all of them, and especially about the excited little girls, and the man with the flowers.
Aug. 5th, 2015 12:32 pm (UTC)
Glad I got a chance to share the flower story :-)
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Aug. 5th, 2015 12:33 pm (UTC)
Yay! That makes me super happy.
Aug. 5th, 2015 01:49 pm (UTC)
nice to read a wisdom in someone's arm; you earned the flowers, he knew it somehow.
Aug. 6th, 2015 05:47 pm (UTC)
I don't think I possibly could have earned them--that makes them an even more wonderful gift.

(Today all the blossoms are wide open on the table)
Theresa Martin
Aug. 12th, 2015 02:14 pm (UTC)
These are lovely sketches. I love the connectedness of them. I love how you NOTICE them--these people, and your interconnectedness with them. It's the noticing that I think is the most important.
Aug. 13th, 2015 12:30 am (UTC)
Re: People
I treasure the interconnectedness so much.
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