I walked into one of my favourite cafes today (Boston Tea Party), bought a drink and went in search of a table to do some writing.
The café was busy with very few spaces except at a large table where a woman was sitting by herself.
I asked her if I could sit at the table, she said sure, so I sat and said ‘I didn’t want to disturb your privacy’. She turned back to me and asked ‘What do you mean by privacy?’
We then fell into a conversation that started with thinking about what privacy means, how it is different from personal space, how this is affected by culture and then we headed into an array of other areas, both personal and conceptual. It was the type of conversation that cuts through all the day-to-day debris that can fill our lives.
At some point we described it as an oasis – two humans feeding and being fed by each others' attention, ideas, presence and engagement.
I wish to offer her my thanks and share the delight of that moment of grace.