Anecdote/deep spiritual thought:
I had three conversations today that made me feel better. It is so important to tell people you like their black floral print dresses because their boss won’t exactly let them wear prints, supposed to be just black, but she’s breaking the rules because February is her least favorite month, too. Tomorrow she will be wearing a cat shirt, also not plain black, even though she knows her boss will be in. She’s working a double!
My second conversation came from me asking for advice. There are really kind people everywhere who have earnest desire to help. I wish I had figured that out sooner, but better late than never.
My third conversation came from, “How are you?” and reminded me that other people struggle with exactly the same stuff as me, and we feel better when we know that, we stop thinking everyone else is perfect and has it all figured out.
Wear your black florals, shipmates! Ask for advice! Ask people how they are and let them answer!
To A Stranger
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
– my old friend Walt Whitman.