Come Dancing



Hi Everyone!

I was in a H&M last weekend buying jeans. It was early morning  and I had just arrived in town after my mother decided that 9am was a suitable hour to wake me up on my first day off. I wasn’t feeling well, exhausted from the past few months, and just wanted to crawl into a giant bed and die for a few hours.


Anyway as we worked out the un-price tagged price of the jeans I had just fallen in love with (pretty sure they weren't meant to be the price I got them for, but it was so lovely of a cashier who was clearly exasperated) . I guessed she was probably late 30s // early 40s and like me, she looked exhausted. My first reaction, as someone exhausted, slightly bored and hungry was great. I hope she doesn’t try and talk to us. But of course, as strangers often do, she started talking and within 20 minutes I had found out her entire life story.


She was the mother of two grown up kids and was about to become a grandmother. Originally from Australia, she told us how she had lost her husband in the army, and had since found a great source of comfort in a visit to a spirit medium. She asked me about my travels and school and soon our conversation developed into ideas on how she could get back into doing the things she loved and enjoyed the most. I can’t really explain what it was but there was a vulnerability about her I sensed as soon as she started talking to me. I had a gut instinct that this conversation was important and so I stood there next to her, asking her questions, listening to her story, and occasionally giving her my thoughts. I had to leave when new customers arrived and when I started to say goodbye she took my hands and thanked me. “This conversation meant everything to me.”


That was last weekend and I'm still wondering about that woman and how she’s doing.What is it about strangers that make us compelled to open up and share our stories? This was not the first time this has happened to me and I know this is something others experience from time to time. Do you ever think about the people we meet in life, if only for a brief moment, and wonder why your paths have crossed? The connections we make with strangers in fleeting moments can be powerful and yet I’m left to wonder why we don’t try to make these connections more often.


I remember reading once about how building relationships is much like dancing with another person – how when one person takes a step, perhaps by revealing something intimate about themselves, then the other person takes a step by acknowledging the moment and reciprocating the movement. Every relationship is formed by a series of give and take interactions by both people to create a healthy unison and comfortable space for the two to thrive in. But if the other person doesn’t acknowledge the step taken and fails to reciprocate then a wall is put up; the dance ends abruptly. The person who initiated the dance, the relationship, the moment in which bonding should have occurred, learns to take a step back, to become a little bit less open.


I think about how this can be applied in everyday situations because isn’t every social interaction a bit like a dance in itself? Someone asks you how you are, they say hello on the street, in line at the coffee shop, waiting at the doctor’s office, the airport, whatever – they reach out to you in some way to receive a human connection. They’re extending their hand out to you and saying won’t you dance with me? even if just for a moment? but we fail to recognize that invitation. We think things like great. I hope she doesn’t try and talk to me. We get bothered by other’s needs because we just want to focus on our own. We’re so caught up in our own lives and personal dramas that sometimes recognizing someone’s invitation can seem like too much of a burden. And I get it. That’s just life. That’s what happens. We’re all selfish or jaded creatures who have been burned too many times from initiating our own dances with other people who left us standing there, with our hands out, denying our need for a human connection.


Not everyone is kind. Not every stranger means well. These are the things we unfortunately know all too well. But think about how different things could be if we opened ourselves up just a bit more in all those small moments in life we think are irrelevant. We bare our souls to the people we love but there are other ways we bare our souls every day to people who don’t even know us, maybe because those are the people we need the most in that moment. It’s the cashier in the shop who just needed someone to tell her  you’ll be okay. you are enough. It’s people on the internet sharing their lives through status updates and blog posts, looking for any source of recognition. And maybe other times we don’t even need words, just a simple acknowledgement – a smile, eye contact – little ways to let someone else know you are here. you are alive. I see you.


Love,


Anne

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