river flowing under

met on the bridge

passing a smile –

my soul a singing bowl

A local administrator or civil servant I first briefly met when I moved back to the area 5 years ago. I had more financial difficulties as a consequence of the social justice issue I got involved in than I do now. A few interactions gave me the impression I could trust him. So far not disproven. The other day, when I met him on the bridge, I sensed a clarity and freedom in the encounter – beyond sentimentality and projection – just being. Dear reader – he is married and probably 15 years younger than I. That’s not the point. Gratitude for being alive is. Clarity.

~ by Barbara S on June 26, 2021.

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