another circle.

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=490895500961&set=a.120835970961.129109.70922460961

and http://twitter.com/greenlightbklyn/status/29618140415

it *is* magic.   and seeing the pile of cards photographed on FB i see also - as i originally thought about but had forgotten - that they're so BEAUTIFUL.   it's public art.   i can't see who wouldn't put a ribbon around this pile of cards and keep it with the stuff they grow old with.   "When I ran the bookstore....one week we began getting postcards....they came from everywhere....." 

In my life I had only one true random act of kindness that remains a mystery to me.  Living in so. Mpls. a year or so out of college someone left a bouquet of flowers under my windshield wiper.  I didn't have off street parking so jockeying for a place on the street was always an issue.  As was moving the car after 11pm on a snow emergency.   That was a piece I rather liked actually and have thought of often.   The apts. emptied on snowy cold nights and a neighborhood shuffling of cars got underway.   Anyway,  one morning there were flowers on the windshield of my Chevy Vega.   Not a couple of daisys plucked from the garden near by but a real bouquet.  It was part of my experience of anonymous city living and yet it wasn't. 

Point being that the randomness left a life long mark.   I tell this story of belief in humanity and "chosen-ness".   It is a plank in my life.   Our "addressees" won't forget our marking them once, picking them, taking time for them.   I know it's big.

Also touched by the Greenlight Bookstore ladies sending their own version of random out as a thank you.   Tweet, tweet.   We heard!