...at 12:35pm, things are cracking at Starbucks on 1st and Washington Streets (Phoenix, AZ). Actually, the entire “square” is popping at this hour. Things are in full swing and an abundance of life fills the gaps that are normally peaceful and calm. I’m excited about this non-overwhelming liveliness. Yes, I know everyone’s on lunch and shuffling about, scurrying for a moment’s sunshine and reprieve from the recycled air, computer screens, water coolers and cheaply woolen dividers, that forms their “place” in the world. Even in the depth of it, a calmness still spreads and circulated--almost like, “ordered madness” but, effortlessly.
...at 12:44pm, things are settling into a hand-crafted and thoughtfully warm bowl of conversation, shared by smiling faces and a gentle hush. The diversity has seemingly deepened by this time, and embraced respectfully. Not a care is given, there’s no panic, no rushing; just a flow of folks that haven’t forgotten to live, abundantly.
...at 12:51pm, is when IT happened. She walked in, regally garbed and elegantly poised. She’s who I’ve been waiting on, the attention grabber...hold it...hold it...that’s her, my conversation piece. She’s someone I’d like to know--she exudes interesting and is lathered in infinite wisdom and depth. Whimsically, she fluttered by and poof, was gone, just like that. She’s totally made my day.
...at 12:57pm, things are winding down...everyone’s returning to the second half of their day, as I sit joyfully filled with all of their magnificence, leaving me in delight and grateful that I was able to drink in such a splendid moment.
~Smooches & Namaste
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