My neighborhood has expanded in the past week. People quietly moved in while I was sleeping. I awoke to find new neighbors on my doorstep. Teenagers, Grandparents, Moms, Dads, Husbands,Wives, Brides, Bridesmaids, Friends, Lovers, Insurance Agents, Librarians, Dispatchers, Gardeners, Historians, Writers, Comedians, Scientists, Students, Journalists, Artists, Teachers…..
They arrived from places I had only dreamed of visiting some day: Japan, Portugal, Egypt, Australia, United Kingdom, India, Ghana, Italy, Canada, China, Germany, Greece, Indonesia, Columbia, New Zealand, Spain, Israel, France. From small towns and large cities all over the United States.
They came into my home generously bearing the most beautiful presents. Gifts of stories and poems; photos and caricatures; music and ballet; recipes and pictures of mouth-watering meals and desserts. They came to discuss world events and local news. I’ve sat with them at my dining room table or in my living room, as they shared their hard-earned wisdom and knowledge; as they encouraged my endeavors and offered me advice on computers, makeup, health care, fashion, sports, etiquette, sewing, knitting, relationships, culture, architecture, crafts, ecology, pets, travel, conservation and blogging.
We’ve commiserated on life’s joys and woes; laughed at the wonder of it all, cried at the unfairness of it all. And every one of them enriched my days in more ways than anyone could imagine. Kindred Spirits at my front door. My rural neighborhood suddenly became the center of a universe composed of Seekers from all over the world. And all while I was sleeping.