So, I was partnered up with a gal for about half my time at Tilth. We're talking and laughing and generally having a good time. Someone mentioned that they were a teacher and off for the summer and she said that she was a teacher too. At one point, I asked her what she taught.
Guess what she taught.
No, really. Guess.
If you said, "English" or "5th grade" or "after school piano lessons", you are totally off the mark. The correct answer is: SHAMANISTIC HEALING MODALITIES.
What did I say? Didn't I say this happens all the time? Yes?? Did I not just mention just a few weeks back about those broads who are into healing their inner wounds and saving the planet? Didn't I? And did I not demand to know where all the people who don't drum circle are? And who is the person I was with most of the day? That's right. A woman who loves drum circles and loves healing herself, others, and the earth.
It took every ounce of willpower not to throw myself on the ground and start giggling madly. People are such delightful cliches*. How can you not absolutely love it?
(*And trust me, sister, I'm not immune to fitting my typcasted role to a T--so I ain't just laughin' at everyone else.)