In the waiting room at the ferry dock yesterday (as I was going to Shaw Island to meet up with other textile guild members for our monthly basket day), several of us struck up a conversation. As the topics meandered from weather, gangs on the mainland, the new female deputy sheriff, and domestic violence, it was apparent that each of us was truly listening to one another, learning, and sharing.
Essentially, we were being Lopezians - respectful of each others views while seeking our common ground: based simply in that we live on Lopez and love it here. I think each of us walked away with possibly new information but definitely with a sense of connection.
Ah, the magic of Lopez.