The evidence of the impact that Improvised Life/you have had on my life is such that there is a new name that I have for certain types of experiences — “An Improvised Life Moment.”For example: this morning on the subway, already squashed like a sardine on the L train, just as the doors were closing ONE MORE person threw himself, mosh-pit-like, on top of us….you know the drill. Made me cranky. So I’m standing there, my entire right side glued to the subway door, arms pinned to my side being a cranky sardine, when “what to my wondering eyes should appear” but a teeny, tiny fluorescent red heart drawn on the door. Glowing! Beckoning! Practically beating, it was so vibrant I felt it was delivering a message (I’m being dramatic for effect here, I am not a crazy person.)I took a deep breathe, thought kind thoughts about love, spontaneity, patience, and little gifts that get delivered in crazy ways in crazy places…my crankiness subsided, my pulse slowed, I got off the train with a little smile on my face. An Improvised Life Moment.🙂
We love hearing of Marella’s unexpected shift of view, which can only really come if you are open to it. And being open is a practice.
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