As you know, I entered this year determined to be fearless. But, I don’t want more fear or less in my life. I want more love. So I made up a new word, lovemore! That’s why Lovemore Mondays are here.
Today’s Lovemore Monday is a love story about a small world.
This weekend at a gathering of Women+Power at Omega in Rhinebeck, New York, in the middle of a gather of women the likes of Sally Field, Eve Ensler, Elizabeth Lesser, Majora Carter, Sister Joan Chittister, Pat Mitchell, Gail Straub, Manisha Thakor, Loung Ung … and more.
I sat down to lunch at a table full of women. The woman next to me began chatting and we engrossed in a lovely conversation.
I do this because people on the East Coast have NO IDEA where Idaho is located. (HINT: it is not in the Midwest, we did not grow corn in my backyard, and it does not border Iowa).
She abruptly stopped me and said, “Wait, where did you grow up in Idaho?”
I looked shocked. Nobody EVER asks me WHERE I grew up in Idaho. Rightly so, since most can barely located it on the map.
She gave me a big smile back and then announced that she grew up two towns over in Wendell.
It turns out her brother was one of my doctors when I was sick with cancer.
I went to high school with her niece and we played on the basketball team together.
What are the chances of that?
It’s a good reminder that somehow, somewhere, no matter where you sit — on stage in the limelight, in the front row, or hiding out seemingly invisible in the very last row — we are all connected.
It’s a small world after all.
You never know who you might be sitting next to.
And, that’s why, on this Lovemore Monday…
I. Love. It.