Fleeting Connections, Being Brave
Nov. 23rd, 2014 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogOne more before I go to bed.
I met Jeff while wandering around the French Quarter in New Orleans. I decided to see Jackson Square at night and he was there on the steps in front of the closed gate, playing his guitar. I forget what he was playing, but I knew it and I sang along. When he was done I started chatting with him.
We talked for forty-five minutes or so. There were't a lot of people around. We did pause once for him to play a song for a group of folks. They asked for Ring of Fire. Jeff couldn't remember the lyrics, but I knew a little of it, so he played and I sang. I told him about trying to learn to play guitar left-handed because of my wrist injury, and he let me hold his instrument and strum a few chords.
When I feel intimidated by talking to new people, and wonder how people can do things like street photography of people they've only just met, I ought to remind myself of the couple of wonderful people I met and chatted with in New Orleans. I can feel confident and capable, and find interesting people, and just start a conversation. It's a good thing.
I wonder how he's doing these days. I've worried about him a little, off and on.
I met Jeff while wandering around the French Quarter in New Orleans. I decided to see Jackson Square at night and he was there on the steps in front of the closed gate, playing his guitar. I forget what he was playing, but I knew it and I sang along. When he was done I started chatting with him.
We talked for forty-five minutes or so. There were't a lot of people around. We did pause once for him to play a song for a group of folks. They asked for Ring of Fire. Jeff couldn't remember the lyrics, but I knew a little of it, so he played and I sang. I told him about trying to learn to play guitar left-handed because of my wrist injury, and he let me hold his instrument and strum a few chords.
When I feel intimidated by talking to new people, and wonder how people can do things like street photography of people they've only just met, I ought to remind myself of the couple of wonderful people I met and chatted with in New Orleans. I can feel confident and capable, and find interesting people, and just start a conversation. It's a good thing.
I wonder how he's doing these days. I've worried about him a little, off and on.
