A statue in a strange land

I am not inspired to write a post for every single daily prompt, but there are times when the prompt is so relevant that I cannot avoid writing something.

Yesterday’s prompt was about bloggers in a strange land.

Daily Prompt: Blogger in a Strange Land

by michelle w. on October 12, 2013

What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us STRANGE.

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The strange thing about the timing was that it was the day that a retired bishop was speaking at a church in the next town on the subject of, “Rejoicing in a strange land”.

This coincided with the preparations at the church I regularly attend for harvest.  I was involved with the music and needed to go to a rehearsal in the morning.  So I missed some worship and two talks, but I enjoyed lunch, meeting new people and seeing old friends.  The topics of the afternoon talks were particularly relevant to me as a writer.

One of the things which I really noticed this week was how so many things in life are connected.  Another blogger wrote a post about this, which reminded me that I had been thinking the same thing.

There is so much information on the world wide web that it would be easy to become overwhelmed by it.  After blogging for over a year I have found that there is much that interests me and more that I avoid either deliberately or through ignorance.  I seem to be able to make useful connections in a strange virtual world.

Last week I went to have my hair cut.   I combined this with meeting up with a group of friends.  Four of us went for lunch together.  Then we all went our separate ways –  one went to a funeral and another to an art class.  I went to the hairdressers and had to wait a few minutes for someone to be free to cut my hair.  (I no longer have a regular hairdresser, but go to a salon where the queue is attended to by whichever stylist is free.)

I only had a few minutes to walk to the station and catch a train home.  When I walked onto the platform there were two ladies sitting on a bench.  Surprisingly, they both greeted me.  I introduced them (I remember names!)  then sat down between them.  One had sat next to me at lunch and not mentioned her plans for the rest of the day.  The other I had not seen to speak to for years.  We had a bit of catching up to do.  We all sat together round a table on the train and spent the ten minute journey chatting.  The person I had had lunch with was just going for a change of scenery and a walk.  The other had left her car at the garage and was on her way home.  Public transport has the possibility of being friendly!

In a way we were all in a strange land as none of the three of us were born in this county.

Some people would say it is just chance when something unexpected happens like seeing someone unexpectedly after a short time.  The friend from lunch and the train was also at the meeting in the church yesterday.  We sat together over a cup of tea in the afternoon break.  She introduced me to another lady, who was visiting her in-laws nearby for the weekend. She had heard about the meeting from another friend of ours and decided to attend it.  When she found out where I live she asked whether I knew a particular person and I replied that I did.  From what she told me about her connection with this person I deduced what her work had been!

More connections!

In a room with 70-80 people what are the chances of meeting a person with connections to others of one’s acquaintance?

In fact I think that in this situation it would be possible to find a connection with virtually anyone in the room.  People have more things in common than things which make than different from each other.  Having said that I do believe that by living with an awareness of God’s love and purpose we find more connections and he brings us into contact with people for the benefit of all.

So I am a day late with the prompt, because I needed to sleep on it.

Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing, or event from the last month of your life into the glistening marble of immortality. What’s the statue and what makes it so significant?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SIGNIFICANT.

Regarding today’s Daily prompt I don’t think anyone is likely to make a statue of me.  I used to know someone who knew the person who modelled for a landmark statue in Croydon, South London.   They were of an earlier generation and would find this a very strange land.

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