the first time we went to the tiny farmer’s market on island we ran into a few people we had just met. new friends, they stopped to chat for a time and tom said, “the whole island is a welcome sign.” that seems to be true. a welcome sign.
yesterday we heard about people standing in line in the little grocery store. the clerk and the customer checking out were having a chat. no one in line interrupted. no one shuffled their groceries. no one shifted from one leg to the other, impatiently sighing loudly. they just waited. and then, when it was their turn, they had their own chat with the clerk. the grocery store is a welcome sign.
we were walking down the road arm in arm, a few miles from home, and an old light blue pickup truck pulled up next to us. a sweet old man leaned out and said, “you two lovebirds want a ride?” we laughed and said that we were out for a stroll. motioning to the bed of the truck, he told us he had plenty of room but added, “it looks like you are doing just fine.” we chatted a minute more and he pulled away. a welcome sign.
we were obliviously riding our bikes on the road, looking for deer in the woods. talking quietly and laughing at my attempts at no-handed riding (which, by the way, came back after a try or two), i suddenly realized there was a car behind us. i motioned quickly to d to pull over in front of me and get out of the car’s way. as it passed, i called into the rolled-down window “sorry!” the driver called back, “no worries! enjoy your ride!” no horn beeping, no revving of engine, no grumpy voice, no gesturing. just a “no worries!” a welcome sign.
it’s a sweet thing, this welcome.