we did not realize that when one seeks to be a More patient human one is thrown a whole bunch of agonizingly difficult life circumstances with myriad opportunities to, er, well, Practice it.
one might assume – almost 12 years later – that waiting for a green card would have given us the patience of a saint (were they particularly patient? serene, we’re sure, yes, but patient? why? do tell if you know).
on good days, it has.
or at least it has given us a delicious sense of fun to distract us While we are waiting.
because magical things happen when One Waits.
for example, today, we wait to see if our application for an apartment has been accepted.
and while we wait someone glorious emailed us and said “let’s have tea!”
which is Quite the Nicest thing to happen today (and it’s only 9.19AM on This coast).
what we haven’t Confessed thus far (and this is only going to be a Tiny bit of what is a Really Long and not-for-the-faint-hearted life story – but it’ll make many movies some day – not merely one – no one would believe that such Adventures have befallen just one human being – and If/When one is in a Hollywood pitch meeting, one needs just one good Hook and three distinct acts – we’ve lived Many More than that and we’re pretty sure we’re not even Half-way through as yet…..darlings).
we’re hard to quantify.
quick moment of distraction here to pause and say, don’t you just adore the way the californian sun tantalizingly peeks through the wooden slatted white blinds and caresses the 1960s style lamp? delicious.
more distraction – this is the view if one (just to give you a visual) – pops one’s long hair up in a ponytail and ties up the fluffy white hotel robe and ventures forth onto the communal balcony to take a photograph…….
and this is the blue-blue (but alas quite Chilly, for L.A) sky.
back to the Point.
one is never sure whether one will get Approved for anything in America because we are hard to quantify.
you see we have no debt, no loans and don’t use other-people’s-money-to-buy-things (because it’s illogical).
which means we don’t Exist.
in. a. way.
(and in many ways, we don’t. we are pretty self-realized as opposed to self-created – we would not dare assume we did this – it’s been Rather magical and inspired/inspiring non?).
so people get quite freaked out when they look for Records.
we are very Honest.
we tell them all the names we have used (and there have been quite a few).
and we offer to pay more of our own cash to make them feel Comfortable.
but then we Wait.
to see if they call.
what shall we do?
it’s worked so far.
but not always.
there’s always the possibility of getting another flight back to NYC – waiting here – finding another apartment – seeing if someone else appreciates our mode-de-vivre on the ebb and flow of energy/money and let’s us Live there. wherever That is.
in the meantime, we write to you.
which we love doing.
and we wrote a letter to Victoria magazine (do you know it? all southern ladies and tea and trips to Venice and paris and entrepreneurs of beauteous things? we adore it).
here’s our letter.
because it’s a thank you letter, in a way.
and there’s nothing that makes Waiting easier than saying thank you for what one already has (smiling gently and beatifically at you via the interweb darling).
Victoria magazine was asking for letters on the theme of the “Kindness of Strangers”.
Dearest Victoria MagazineThe kindness of strangers is often virtual and via the internet, these days, and no less precious for that.In May 2011, I was traveling the world with a big corporate job and suddenly got diagnosed with three tumors in my throat. I was shocked beyond belief and could not tell anyone close to me for the longest time.Instead, I posted on Instagram, the photo-sharing site, anonymously, using my teamgloria moniker, keeping my real identity hidden, due to my job.I follow, and am followed, on Instagram by about 300 people and they walked me through the diagnosis, surgery and subsequent month’s medical leave. I posted pictures from my hospital bed. They posted photographs of bouquets of raspberry pink roses with messages of love and support from as far afield as Tokyo and Berlin, Australia to London.When I was confined to my apartment in a great deal of physical and emotional pain, I took still-life images of candles, bed linens and endless of cups of tea. They took soaring landscapes and breathtaking sunsets from all over the world and told me I would see the world again.In time, I started to write about how to get through difficult times and used all my photographs to compile a book. I got signed by a literary agent and she sold my book to a publisher. None of this would have been possible without my Instagram virtual friends who showed me the kindness of strangers.Much love, teamgloria (sophia stuart).
so that’s our take on the Kindness of Strangers……….what would yours be, darlings?