Funny, I grew up pretty much being alone in the crowd. Children were not only not be heard but not seen, either. So, guess I'm used to lonely. I think that makes me connect with the world around me better. I feel very close to nature; the clouds, the wind, animals, flowers, bugs . . . ("The trees are drawing me near. Got to find out why . . .") When my dad was stationed way out in the Pacific, I would wander the island by myself and explore the beach and reef. Sometimes, one of the island dogs would find me and hang out. That was cool. Got in the habit of surfing alone which I know is dangerous but at the time there was no choice . . . now, it's a special treat to have nobody out but me and the sea lions and otters . . . (and the men in the gray suits that you know are there but never see . . . just as long as The Landlord doesn't charge up from below and collect the rent...)
These "daze" I enjoy the contact with strangers in public . . . in line at the store, greeting upon passing on the street, filling the car at the gas station. It's comforting how many people are openly friendly. I feel there's a wonderful connection that holds our humanity. Now, it's important to not be aggressive . . . just casually friendly. It's sad when people are too afraid to even nod "hello".
And, of course, the Lord is always with me. I may be rather avant garde for the conservative oh-so-holier-than-thou but I do believe. Proof of being pulled through some scary, dangerous and tough situations has an angel on my shoulder.
OH! And I jump on here to say hello to all of you!