Having no idea what you’re going to say can summon up a soon-to-be-famous speech.

Thinking on the spot.

Dreaming it up.

Creating something from nothing.

Perhaps there is no such thing as nothing.

And perhaps standing in the square waiting for a space on a bench to free up so that you can eat your sandwich is sheer mastery in progress.

Just as a spot on the show became available, the training was about to start.

Do the show? Or take the training?

Enjoy the audience (hopefully), or learn and expand skills?

Neither is guaranteed (this is real life!).

Do both, you say.

That’s not possible, they won’t allow it, and even if I wear a disguise, believe me, they’ll know that there I am again!

No dwelling upon this, the kettle is hot, and the coffee is in the pot.

Sharing mushrooms with a tomato in the wings.

Sauce, Saucy and sauce-provoked.

Applause.

The curtains come down on dull and somber and suddenly people aren’t hiding any more.

We welcome each one with or without tomato.

Surprising how many things can fit into one day, one hour, one suitcase, a hidden drawer….

Also isn’t it just fantastic how many people walk past a given street corner between five and six in the afternoon.

Some of them have never looked in our shop window, ever!

We are becoming sociologists and personal marketers while drinking one bowl of soup.

Repast!

We share a common bond, we communicate, and we fry eggs.

Or, someone fries them for us.

The bonds, the words or expressions, the shrugs or warm smiles, they all come on a silver platter suspended by warm breezes of content inspirations.

Deny nothing princesses and princes. Accept it all. Wave magic wands, wave swords of knowledge and wisdom.

We have the keys to the universe, and the doors yield to us.