I think, today, I met a kindred spirit. A tea drinking, deep thinking, ship sinking woman with a love for the everyman, everywoman, everyone in all of us. She has a tongue and a mind for language, and a great deal more than that. She taught me to knit and said such wonderful things about my beginner’s swatch. We talked and knit vulvas and drank tea for hours with nary an awkward silence.
The funny thing is I have been curious about her from afar for nigh on two years, fearing I were not of her kind. And maybe I’m not, but she treats me as though I am one . . . of a kind!
The best part is that (I feel) we have so much in common, and it is always joyous to be in the presence of someone who knows your customs and shares your attitude about life.
I am nothing if not grateful.