If you know me well, or read my blog, you may know I often thought of being a nun. Come to think of it, if you know me well you may not know that at all about me. I seldom talked about it. If you read my blog, but really just skim it to see if I might be talking about you (always a good idea) you may not know this either. I’ve only mentioned it a few times.
Just a funny little thing happened today.
I had to go out on an investigation for work.
While talking to a very jovial lady in her eighty-ish decade of life she said to me out of the blue:
“You look like a nun.”
I said “I look like a nun?”
She said “well, it’s not that you look like a nun, you feel like a nun”.
I stared at her.
She stared at me.
I said “really?”
She said “yes, there’s something about you.”
I said “well, I use to think, quite often, about being a nun.”
Her face lit up in to smiles and she pulled back in surprise. Which is how I felt when she said it. I felt …. quite overcome. With something. I could tell she felt like saying “that’s right, I nailed it, I know all about you.”
Then we found out we were born in the same hospital. A few years a part mind you. But she loved the coincidence. And she reached out to touch me. Like we had some kind of connection. I told her she knew too much about me already.
I told her she was freaking me out a little bit.
And she laughed.
But she really did.
Freak me out a little bit.
( To predict some comments: no, I don’t know what a nun “feels like”. She meant my aura. Criminy. And two, her “eighty-ish decade of life does not mean her eightieth decade, her eighth decade, putting her in to her eighties.)