One of the things I love about Sydney is the people, the older people, especially.
You walk down a street, you catch each other’s eyes and they say ‘How are ya?’ Isn’t that just gorgeous?
I know they have to but the people at stores ask how you are.
And randoms on buses, can sometimes give you a really profound feeling of serenity.
This bus ride home from a meeting began with a little boy, no older than 7 I think, walking to me to say ‘Your hair is pretty.’
I never wear my hair in a pony, and to be honest, it was in a pony because I could not wake up half an hour earlier for a shower. But his smile, and to know that he was really being honest, from such a pure place in his heart, it made my day.
Then a bus stop or two later, a gentleman with a slight limp sat next to me.Much like most people, I don’t like sitting next to people, but he broke the ice with a smile and an offer for some potato chips. He was wrapped in a gentle aura, but an intense passion for life was seeping through the calm.
Our conversation went from my lunch, to health, to my job, and how it requires so much computer time so my desire to play sports this year as a hobby. He said his life is full of hobbies. Now that he’s retired, he writes, he travels, and most wonderfully, he heals people.
And it made sense.
When he told me he helps others by tuning their energy, it really made sense to me. He had a big passion for it, he taught me a few ways to wash away my fatigue (he must have felt my tiredness, because I never said a word about being worn out). He was so profound and wise, and yes, I would have loved the hour bus ride for a nap, but no, I wouldn’t trade that conversation for ANYTHING.
When he got off at his stop, he shook my hand and told me he hopes in this life or another we will bump into each other and have another wonderful conversation. He also wished me the happiest life anyone could lead.
Isn’t that just gorgeous?