Last weekend was eventful - some pleasant, some not. But I ended up with a wonderful feeling that comes from years of living as a participating member of my community. This small town of Madison, Indiana, has changed a lot since I moved here, but one thing remains constant: you can find the most wonderful people here and form lifelong friendships that make life so sweet.
Friday night I went to a concert at a small place 2 doors up the street from my shop. It was a great local band and I knew a few of the musicians. Inside the venue I saw so many people I knew - it was like walking into a friend's parlor for an evening's entertainment. Comfortable and fun.
Saturday evening I went to the theatre with a friend and again saw many people I knew. She said we couldn't have left even if the show was horrid because I was busy talking before the show and at intermission, and everyone knew me! It was a nice feeling to be recognized and smiled upon.
I had scheduled a session for a 3 month old on Sunday afternoon. The clients were late arriving, but I said not to worry, everything is ok. I wanted everyone to calm down so little JP would be comfortable. We got some lovely images. JP was happiest wearing only a diaper, but allowed his parents to change his outfits a few times! When he started to fuss a bit he was fed and then I asked if I could place him in the next pose. I cradled him and talked to him and he was a very happy boy! What made ME happy was hearing his dad behind me say, "She is the Baby Whisperer!" Nice compliment!
As soon as their session was over I ran 2 blocks to the church to attend the funeral of a wonderful man I'd met at that church 11 years ago. I was late getting there, so I settled in the back of the sanctuary to listen to his sons deliver their thoughts on their dad. It was a lovely service and it warmed my heart to see so many people there, whom I hadn't seen in a while. Lots of hugs were shared on the way out of the church. At the cemetery I was struck by the fact that one of the members of the Honor Guard was a friend of mine, the dear man who blew Taps is also a friend. I noted the many connections I felt amongst the people gathered there and was filled with such gratitude for all that I'd shared with these people.
I had taken wedding and family portraits for my friend, now deceased. I took wedding photos from my friend the bugler and we did a community theater show together. The member of the Honor Guard is also a beekeeper and has worked with me on promotional items for my business. I have photographed my theatre friend's granddaughters. Many of these people weave through my life in front of my lens. But the most wonderful part of life is when I step out from behind the camera and embrace these people as friends and fellow members of my community.
We are brought together for different reasons. Each time we meet, it may be for another purpose. But as the planes flew over head in the final salute to my friend, I felt the connections to my world and the wonderful people with whom I share this life. Thank you, all of you, for whatever part you play in this journey. I do notice it and I appreciate it.