The “I Saw You” section of The Georgia Straight and “Missed Connections” from Craigslist are among my favourite readings. I love the romance of an anonymous stranger reaching out to someone they met for an instant, or didn’t meet at all and wished they had.
I am enthralled that in the ever-more-chaotic miasma of our cosmopolitan lives, where we see and interact with dozens, if not hundreds, of people in a day, a profound connection might occur and prompt its participants to reach out to the vast and endless annals of the interweb, in the remote hope that the message of “I would love to talk more” or “can I take you for tea?” might be read and reciprocated.
Joyously, I soak up the messages that were never intended to be received. Connections so sweet and lovely they prompted just an expression of “you are beautiful” or “I loved your shoes”. These are random, anonymous and perfectly simple expressions of the lasting effect of a chance glance or meeting.
Most of all, I relish the details – how the love-struck describe their Romeos and Juliettes, the setting of scenes, the short conversations, and other observances that contributed somehow to the ignited spark. I love how people write about these moments. Their few words speak whole volumes about how simple and joyful relationships can occur in an instant if we are open to receiving them.
Obviously, I have a specific enjoyment in missed connections that occur around the practice of yoga. These contain sightings of people with yoga mats, as well as encounters on and off the mat. Yoga’s missed connections are often playful, honest and fun accounts.
I offer for you, dear readers, one of my favourite missed connections recently. It made me smile:
Was performing new bus-yoga, when you told me about your bus reading, that you usually did. Was interested in what you were reading about. I had on some skull fingerless gloves from Urban Empire, with the felt insides; they are very cool (at least I think so) and very comfortable. I was meeting a friend for dinner, but you got off on the stop just before Gilmore. Would you want to go for a peppermint latte?
It has it all –the intrigue of “new bus-yoga,” incredible detail of clothing and its importance to the author, as well as the request for a future encounter. Love it. Did you two ever meet for a peppermint latte?
Send me your favourite yoga “Missed Connections”! And please, please, please keep writing having experiences that warrant an expression of love and appreciation. Long live these sweet connections.
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