i feel… fortunate

November 22, 2009 at 5:00 am 2 comments

We have somewhere we go, a lot. It’s somewhere to be that isn’t our house, and isn’t our freezing cold yard. It’s also somewhere we can just be, and our kids can be too. It’s a narrow cafe in the back of an herb shop, and it is always packed to the gills with regulars. We eat bagels, drink tea, and more tea. People watch, eavesdrop, table hop.

Our girls have quite literally grown up here. Their comfort level is such that they join others at their booths for conversation, comic reading, drawing, or chess games. Sometimes our family is mixed into three separate tables, as each finds their interest of the day.

I have complained about these long winters (and they are), this small isolated town (comparatively speaking it is). But the winters drive us indoors to this warm place, and the smallness means we are familiar with most people we meet.

It is a heart blossoming feeling to watch a child run into the arms of a tattooed, lip/ear/cheek/ pierced twenty something, or into the arms of a sixty something artist, or into the arms of a forty something clairvoyant, arms she has known her whole life.

They know her.

This is fortune.



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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Ivy  |  November 22, 2009 at 9:29 am

    That sounds wonderful. How nice to have a home away from home.

  • 2. Romy  |  November 22, 2009 at 2:45 pm

    Hooray for Butterfly! My mom used to take Hilly and me there a lot for coffee sodas and it continues to hold good memories for me. And such a beautiful photo of Echo.


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