The kindness of people

Yesterday, a friend,

came by in the afternoon,

to drop off this oil painting,

she had made of my mom,

based on a photo,

I had taken,

it is a favourite of mine,

it really captures my mom,

as she was,

a reader,

it captures,

her spot in the living room,

in her apartment,

a place that is,

no longer.

Aside from the beauty,

of the painting,

what touches me most,

is that, eventhough,

I consider Reb a friend,

yesterday, was only,

the second time we met.

We have a few mutual friends,

but, mostly we connected,

as two women,

who love books, art, animals,

I admire Reb’s photography,

as well as her paintings.

Her eye for the beautiful ugly,

is amazing,

and her kindness is reflected,

in her portraiture,

you feel the empathy,

she has for people.

In these last eleven years or so,

of Facebook, of blogging,

I have ‘met’ such extraordinary,

folks,

some of which I might never meet.

Next time you hear someone,

bashing social media etc,

remember that along with,

the weirdos, trolls and cra crazies,

there are these incredible,

connections.

Reb lives in my neighbourhood,

we will have coffee, drink beer,

but, many kind people,

have helped me through tough times,

have made me laugh,

have stimulated my mind,

they don’t,

and yet, they are friends.

Merci la vie!

Have a wonderful weekend.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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