My encounter with a real princess

Mirrors of Encounters

I wasn´t sure whether to just keep this experience for myself, or write about it.

But after a meaningful conversation with a fellow-blogger, which was perfectly in line
with this simple, yet highly uncommon episode, I thought I might share it with you.

Two days ago in the afternoon, I was in the subway going downtown.

Despite the rush hour and stress around me, I felt centered, aligned with myself. I was watching people´s faces, writing.

At some point, a couple came and sat down next to me. They were arabs. The father holding the older daughter right in front of me, and the mother at my right with the other baby girl. 

At some point, the little girl reached out to me, cooing, eager for contact. I waved back to her, and got back to my writing.

She didn´t give in.

She touched me again, stretching out her little, fragile forefinger seeking mine…

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About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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