As I am furiously scrubbing away at Laura and Andy's kitchen this morning, there appeared a heavy knocking on their front door. I swing the door open and a gentleman is standing excitedly with two bottles of wine in his hands,
"Laura! We've brought you some...Oh! You're not Laura! Shit!(sorry!)"
We both laughed and and I muttered something of "it happens a lot, we apparently look alike," and he proceeded to hand over the two bottles, a thank you for the honey they had received, chivalrously offering any assistance that I may need while the happy couple is away.
What kindly neighbors, I thought to myself, back to scrubbing in the kitchen, wondering if the scenario would play out as easily in Boston. Not ten minutes later there is another knock on the door and the same gentleman is there, with another bottle of wine in hand.
"It didn't seem fair that your sister is enjoying the Italian sunshine. You deserve a fine bottle of Italian Red!" After thanking him profusely we parted ways, and I still am quite in awe. Bringing a bottle of wine to a neighbor is an excellent kindness, but bringing a bottle of wine to a perfect stranger is quite another thing indeed.
This example is an addition to the growing kindness pile which has been stacking steadily since leaving the East Coast. Yesterday I was hosted in Boulder by the best "friend of a friend" a girl could ask for. I'd met Harvest just once, briefly last summer but had exchanged enough information to have a contact out west. After getting in touch, she invited me to enjoy not only her company, but Dalia's as well, another "friend of a friend" who was in town for a few days. Hosting two friends-once-removed in one weekend may be a lot for some people, but not for Harvest. It was the perfect night of kindred spirits wonderful conversation and most excellent food.
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You have been that welcoming face to so many people it’s nice to see you get a taste of your own medicine, so to say. Your endearing aura simply cultivates kindness. In fact, the absence of that aura has left a vacuum out here. :-(
So glad to have crossed paths with you though.
I now have a renewed sense of your passion for dogs. I’ve been living with Gucci for two weeks now, and our relationship has evolved. We now have a clearer sense of each other’s limits, and space needs. In granting that space, a certain respect is garnered, and out of that respect sprouts trust like lush grass, and then it’s like gallivanting with a friend, barefoot on moist open deserted fields, where you can be certain there are no sharp objects protruding from the ground (except maybe the occasional poop).
Yea, I did dogs too.
Karen,it was a pleasure to read your words again. You sound happy in your posts, that makes me happy.
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