Open to Surprise

I like surprises. Not the kind when people jump out at me from behind a hedge, but the kind like when a stranger starts a conversation, and I have no idea where we are headed. A couple of years ago in NYC, a gentleman with a garment bag sat next to me on a bench outside of a small grocery store, one of those cute, neighborhood places that sells fruit and delicious prepared food. He said hello and began to tell me that he was a regular at this market. His ritual was to order a medium-sized cup of soft serve ice cream. Today he was coming from the tailor where he had just picked up a new suit. He was worried about fitting into it. There was going to be an event coming up, he would be attending with his girlfriend. He wanted to look good. I asked if it would be possible to order a small serving. Nope, he was an all or nothing kind of guy. He said goodbye and left without getting an ice cream. 

The other day while walking at the Huntington, I spied the rose specialist and his apprentice at the edge of the rose garden. I said hello and remarked that I was surprised to see so many of the rose bushes in bloom. We agreed. Then on a whim, I asked them which rose was their favorite. The apprentice was quick to reply, “ Today my favorite is Huntington’s 100th.” He pointed in the direction of several plants bursting with flowers, blooms representing all stages from bud to decline.

Then he amended his reply, “ If you come back in a couple of hours, I will probably have a new favorite.”

In less than 5 minutes, I was introduced to a radical new thought: I could have a favorite every two hours.  I could have multiple favorites a day. I could change my mind about my favorite. 

My surprise conversation with the rose experts started the moment I began my walk around the gardens. That morning at The Huntington, instead of going to the desert garden as I usually do, I headed straight towards the Chinese and Japanese gardens. At each twist and turn, I encountered new vistas and details. The entire visit that day, to a place I have been to dozens of times, offered something new. 

Surprises are waiting to greet us everyday.

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You can’t always get what you want…

The Rolling Stone lyrics “you can’t always get what you want” kept going through my head after a recent walk in NYC and lots of eavesdropping. It was the end of the workday on a Tuesday and already a dark, chilly evening. I wondered if anyone who was complaining had really taken the time to ask themselves-What do I want? What do I need?

Learning to Listen to Your Own Life by Kristan Swan

Learning to Listen to Your Own Life by Kristan Swan

The conversation also explores the fear of success, the relationship between spirituality and professional growth, and the significance of support systems in building confidence, and introduces her unique journaling method, ‘Spaghetti on the Wall,’ which encourages self-awareness and non-judgmental observation.

Death by a thousand cuts

My first marriage eroded slowly, almost without my noticing it. I am aware of other times I have allowed dreams and ideas to die a slow death. It has been a pattern. With attention, it is possible to achieve dreams, grow ideas into a reality, and deepen relationships. Each day, one step at a time.