January 27, 2021 - She had this collection of trinkets and things; she’d hang them on her wall (II).

On the second Sunday of November when we were at her apartment and drinking tea and talking I made a point to divert the conversation, as often as possible, away from the trinkets and things that she had hung on her wall.

Even though on that second Sunday of November I was doing my best to divert the conversation away from the trinkets and things on her walls, almost right away –––– perhaps after only twenty or thirty minutes –––– I realized that it was no use. She had trinkets and things on her walls and she was going to talk about them.

The next Sunday I tried a different approach. I let her talk and talk. I had been thinking a lot about space and time and thought maybe it would be better if I really just sat as quietly as possible and listened; it could be good for me. It could be good for us. It could be good for both of us.