This week I’ve talked to Mike in Morocco, Skyped Teddy in Wales, and said good-bye to Julia before she heads to Ethiopia. I’m planning for Jerry and myself to see the Vivancos in South Carolina and play some music when they come up from Ecuador, and setting in motion some other plans that will take me back to la mitad del mundo. I’ve sent text messages to California, Michigan, and half the South, and got a super-brightly colored envelope from Wisconsin.
I don’t particularly like the way people boil down surprising relationships to a set of coincidences when they say what a “small world” this is. But that doesn’t mean I brush off how how amazing it is that certain people have been brought into my life at discrete times (not to be confused with discreet times, though that can be said as well).
Even looking around the Tangent Minds several months before I left for the summer, I realized that it’s very likely that some time in the near future, not a single one of the people then present will even live in this country, and how significant that group has become in the lives of each other and how strange (and yet how reassuringly) we all found ourselves (or found ourselves placed) at the same certain place at the same time.
