Monday November 13, 2017
overheard on the 84
A lavender couch underneath a window. Spider plants, succulents and African Voilets line the sill. She sits in a caramel leather chair, perhaps Moroccan. Paintings on the walls, all in blues, greens, purples. An Indigenous etching of two women paddling a canoe, a Georgia O’Keefe flower, lily pads on a lake. I take it all in as quickly as I can. I can’t get enough. I’m dizzy.
“It’s so good to meet you,” she says.
“Yes. You too.”
“A first session is a time for us to get to know one another, to see if this is going to be a good fit.”
WRECKING BALL. OH MY GOD. If this is a good fit? It fits! I’m well fitted! My core is getting stronger by the minute! You mean this might not be –
“You seem distracted. Is there something on your mind?”
“Um – …”
“Yes. Well…” A silence longer than the GO Train ride to Union Station.