I love the surprised looks and smiles that I get every day from people who see me knitting a line that flows over the road and down the sidewalk. I hope that it brings a sense of expansiveness to each person’s day. A feeling of possibility. I’m reminded of the group, Improv Now, that inserts this kind of whimsy into ordinary settings like a train station. On a smaller scale, I think of my musician friend Adam Weiss who infiltrated a grocery store with his musician friends and played jazz instruments spontaneously at a preset time in various parts of the store until they were escorted out…Another time, they played slide whistles in the changing rooms at the mall. Today, a woman with an English accent asked me for directions. Then she asked what I was doing knitting on a Sunday morning. I told her, and she covered her mouth with her hands and laughed.
On a more serious note, neighbor C. came out and shared a precious card she received from a monk after her dad died…a few thoughtful words that still make her tear up with their generosity. It really doesn’t take much to make a difference in the world! Sunday morning knit from about 7:30 – 8:30.
I would love to hear what you are doing to brighten up your corner of the world…Pray tell.