Being a human bridge

I recently read a good novel. It was given to me by some very good friends. The book gave me some nice hours of entertainment and I thoroughly enjoyed the read.

Whilst the book was full of educational tips and spiritual insights to Buddhism, I just read it as a good story with insightful life lessons.

A colleague at work was recently feeling a bit lost and looking for direction, so following a good chat about life and the universe, I offered her the book as a good read.

She took it and off she went.

A few weeks later she came to me all excited and told me how she had taken tons of notes and how it had really changed her life.

She had never felt so impacted by a book and the timing for her was just right. She was ready for the book, when the book found its way to her.

She went on to say she had bought it for her mum.

Now whilst I enjoyed the book, I didn't  have the same impact.

I was telling the person, who gave me the book about what had happened to my colleague and he said, well clearly your role here was to be "the bridge".

I had passed along the book to where it needed to go.

I liked this expression. Being a human bridge.

It made me think about the act of being or acting as a human bridge in every day life. When we bring and connect two people or two objects together. It made me think how important it is for us to play this role in life. How we often do this subconsciously, but what would happen if we were more conscious about this social role we could play?

So when were you last a human bridge for someone or something?

How did it feel playing this role?

So my challenge to you today, my loyal readers, is to go be a human bridge. Connect two things or two people.

Let us know how it goes?

So how did you meet?

Over dinner we were exchanging stories on how we met as couples. It was really cute. Depending on which partner half was telling the story the story varied. It was equally interesting to see when the other half interjected to correct the flow, to match it to their version of the story.

The way the story got told, said a lot about their relationship. The importance of each event and detail. The intent and thought that went into their first interactions. It was quite remarkable to listen to.

My hubbie and I were not let off the hook, and in turn, were also asked to recount our version of how we got together. It was great to see and listen to my hubbies version. It was different to mine.  Not the facts, but the emotions and feelings attached to each event. It was lovely.

Even after twenty years, how the description of those moments, were able to rekindle the exact same feelings all over again. The specialness of the gestures, the beauty of the intents and the fact that now we can read so much into the small actions.

So I challenge you to go and ask your partner to recount their experiences of how you met. It's fun and heart warming. Listening to their version, felt like a different story, but somehow with a lot a familiarity.

Go on, go ask!!
You may think you know the story, but there is guaranteed still something you dont know.

The obvious omission

I pack lightly wherever I go. You may recall my 2 packing rules rules from an ealier post.

However this holiday my packing list was different.

It had its usual array of clothes, toiletries, but one thing was obvious by its omission.

It was my hair.  My wig. I decided to leave it behind. 

I was holidaying in two parts, but both with trusted people and both were activity driven. 

So whilst mentally preparing for the trip, I envisioned myself as relaxed and comfortable. 

Neither of these states describes that of wearing a wig. So for the first time ever, I left my hair at home for the week and packed even lighter. 

It was a good decision. 

A great decision. 

In the past I would have been too conscious, even vain, to even consier leaving behind my hair. What about first impressions with new people? How does it look going to a restaurant in a cap?  What would people think?

Now all that is gone, instead, replaced with ease, freedom and cute little hats!!

So bye bye little wiggy, it's the office for you only my friend!!!