Winter Miller is an award-winning playwright living in Brooklyn with her cat, Gato. Her next project is a Radio Opera adapted from her play NO ONE IS FORGOTTEN, with co-composers Paola Prestini and Sxip Shirey with a world premiere of Part 1 of 3 this Feb. 24th online here.
Love the story - and the poem. I can see and feel the joy in those moments of sharing. Thank you.
It’s really interesting, because, obviously, you took a great risk. Whenever we share our personal creativity, it’s a risk, but way more so sharing with complete strangers. Brava for that! (And the poem is really really beautiful..,)
Ah, yehhh, healing the world one small act at a time.
A wave and a smile go a long to smooth another’s journey, and perhaps even soften a bully’s heart. }:- a.m. proverb on the hoof
That is a wonderful story and poem. Sharing with the muse. Love it!
Thank you for these pure-hearted demonstrations of love. You "See No Strangers!"
Thank you Winter for listening to your inner voice that said, "stop & share"
I resonate deeply!
I've had the most amazing and deep connection in the streets, on subways,
busses, sidewalks when I simply stop and connect. usually I'm the one initiating. Though at times, it's also the willingness to stop and engage ♡
In DC, it was with Mr Weeks, a towering man with a booming voice, ebony skin and a twinkly grin. I'd see him when I walked to work. I dress rather "loudly" in pink with like green, turquoise blue and Mr Weeks began our initial connection with "hello, where you goin' dressed like that on a Tuesday morning?"
I began our connection by stopping & responding, "World Bank where I'm teaching Storytelling"
Mr Weeks: "phhhhhpppphhht, World Bank?! They don't need you, the kids, the teens, they need you..."
And thus began the glorious nearly daily encounters and conversations, "being schooled" by Mr Weeks. And my payment to Mr Weeks were Hugs. Initial offer from me to him and his response, "hugs are, at times, better than any money"
I always carry my Free Hugs sign in my bag... Mr Weeks would see me halfway down the block and be ready for me with arms open.
Thank you again Winter, for your courage to connect & reminding me of Mr Weeks.
Hugs from my heart to yours,