BLUE JEAN MOSES

בס"ד


There's a groovy old man who hangs out on the bench outside of Starbucks (mach shemo) at 6th Ave & Capitol Way in Olympia. He sports very long white hair & a beard under his thick spectacles. He sits in his denim duds & smiles & offers young women flowers, hoping for a bit of change in exchange. I was walking by his perch last night on my way to meet David, my father-in-law, when he extended two velvety blood-coloured daliahs & a daisy to me.

The last time I encountered him, he sweetly challenged the honour of both David & Joel, that they would walk me down the street without flowers. David responded immediately by buying me a tearose, which was lovely. Joel, not to be shown up by his dad, purchased a second one, saying, "She's my wife!"
:D
I'm such a lucky girl!

Fast forward back to last night: "I'm sorry, I don't have any US cash - I'm Canadian", I protested.
"That's ok", he grinned.
"I'm meeting my father-in-law for dinner - I'll get him to give you something."
"How long will you be?"
"An hour?"
"OK."
"Will you still be here?"
"Maybe I will...maybe I won't...", he was still looking amused.
"I thanked him for the blooms. "What's your name?" I asked.
He offered his hand. "Moses."
I shook it & smiled back. "It's good to meet you, Moses."
I toddled off feeing as though I had just encountered the ru'ach nevu'ah.

Olympia is truly a magickal place...