Gypsy Jivings II

The long wintry months brought on a severe case of what I call Gypsy Fever, which is usually eased by traveling. As like draws to like and can be part of the cure, I packed my duffle, boarded the train, and went to see some friends new and old in the city that never sleeps.

There was a delightful evening of stories, music, dancing, laughter, and despite the cold building, warmth. It was so enchanting that even the mice graced us with their presence. They had excellent timing, which produced quite a bit of laughter, for they made their entrance while a storyteller was mentioning squirrels, chipmunks, and mice.

With the online and offline worlds overlapping, I’ve noticed people saying “I’m Nickname from Network”. It’s become another way of introduction and recognition. It’s always nice to hear that someone’s a good person and amicable, but more so to be able to physically see and get a sense of that. It’s refreshing to know that the avatars’ personas are the same in 3-D. Personally, I prefer leaving characters for the stage.

Strangers are merely people one hasn’t met yet. New York City may be large and full of people, but chance encounters may occur more than once. Does that mean they aren’t just chance?  As I stepped off the subway car and onto the platform, I heard a familiar voice accompanied by a guitar. We were both pleasantly surprised to see each other. I didn’t have my bodhran so we couldn’t jam, but I sat back and listened to Gibran Soul’s “ghetto folk” and R&B for awhile among the throng of commuters hurrying to and fro. When the warm weather returns, we’ll jam again. It could be in Union Square Park like last time, or some other random spot entirely. At this point, who knows where or when we’ll cross paths again, but it’ll happen.

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Wild, I take each mile of road,
as much as I can get
You ask me if I’m lonely.
Well, I haven’t felt it yet.
Wild, I’m singing up the moon
and down the winds of change.
Cross-country in this handbasket,
your girl is passing strange
Lady Vagabond hath risen and come into her own
Singing Hi, the open road is home!

~SJ Tucker, Lady Vagabond

~ by Mish on February 28, 2009.