Ian, our shearer, comes every other week or so to play chess with Jon.
Today Ian brought his new guitar and played for a while. He’s good. I had no idea that he played guitar. He doesn’t play other people songs, but plays what he’s feeling. To me it sounds like a talking without words.
I still marvel at how Ian came into our lives. He and Jon have a connection that feels timeless. There’s a fifty year age difference between them, yet in many ways, they relate on the same level.
If Ian comes on a night when I’m home we have dinner (and always good conversation) first. Then Jon and Ian play chess. They are so quiet when they’re playing I can sit in the next room and blog or read.
There is something sweet about that. About being able to be so comfortable with another person in the house. That’s not something I’m familiar with.
Ian is a creative, not only as a poet and musician, but in his lifestyle too. I used to wonder why Ian chooses to spend time with people his grandparent’s age. But I now understand it’s a creative bond. We seek each other out, for affirmation, support and understanding.
They look like Father and Son. Who knows, maybe in a previous lifetime they were Father and Son
Could be Gill.
I know what you mean about being comfortable with another person in the house. It’s special that Ian fits in so well. He probably gravitates to similarly creative minds. I’m glad for him and for you both.
I really just got that idea, of the creative connection when I wrote this piece Carolyn, I think you are right too.