Love Has No Ethnicity

Yesterday, at SFO, while waiting for my daughter to clear customs, a man with a luggage cart stacked with clear-tape wrapped luggage, approached me and asked if he could use my phone to make a call to his wife. He showed me the handwritten number (I recognized it as a Bay Area phone number) written in the back of a small day planner. Perhaps it was the fact the number started with 526-, the same as the landline that my parents have had for 50 years, or perhaps it was his aged, but kind face; nevertheless, I dropped my “stranger danger,” and I dialed the number and handed him the phone. I could not understand a word they were saying but I recognized JOY. After a short exchange he hung up the phone, thanked me, and handing it back said tearfully, “I have just arrived from Pakistan!” “Well, welcome to America,” I replied. He asked me to please direct him to the exit. He practically skipped away – belying his age – his salwar kameez waving behind him.

A reminder that sometimes we simply want the same things.

~Just L (November 10, 2017)

The Best Is Surely Yet

I once climbed mountains for one who held my heart.

Never grasping, ‘Wait for someone to do their part.’

Until I dared to be vulnerable, missing the trust fall.

With a thud I realized it wasn’t about me at all.

Wandering for a time, I questioned the other’s motive.

At last I decided this was no way to live.

I dusted off my pride and let my light shine.

Happy and grateful to be in this bruised skin of mine.

I redoubled my efforts to allow others in.

After all, living with integrity and kindness is hardly a sin.

Then entered that one who wished to change my view.

By blowing my mind without exploding my world, too.

I got someone who wants me, and not just the “next.”

There is far more to love, and the best is surely yet.

~Just L (August 15, 2017)