Sharing a Space
Today, as it was the last day of Family Weekend, my parents were here. We had brunch at Wyndham, which was a pleasant affair, and then my mother suggested we go walk the labyrinth before they left. So, of we went. In my head I was thinking, "How convenient! I can multitask! Parent weekending and site visiting at the same time!" So, we walked the labyrinth together, I said goodbye to my parents, and I sat on the bench near the labyrinth for a while longer. As I was sitting there, I realized what a difference being alone versus being with other people made. I mean, the whole time going through the labyrinth none of us were speaking, so it wasn't the noise level or the presence of conversation. I guess it was just sharing a space with an outsider, the feeling of presenting something that I love to people who do not really understand it yet. There is a certain nervousness like when you peek over the shoulder of a person reading a book you reccommended, thinking, "Like it!"