A wise woman…

Donna seems to be a wise woman….not me 😊  My passenger Donna!

When I started this route, she used to always call me “Driver”. It felt kind of cool but also weird. On the day I introduced myself and we discovered we shared the same name, we also revealed the year we were born, so I know she was born in 1960.

I don’t know her, or her story, but the way she carries and presents herself makes me think of her as a wise woman.

Donna is always polite. She walks with a cheerful, confident, easy-going, purposeful step. She seems to be at ease with the woman she is and the world around her. I think of her as being authentic.

Donna dresses in greens and browns, purples and maroons. Her bag is a combination of all these colours and looks like a kaleidoscope of colour. She carries it slung over one shoulder and across her body. She has a slim frame so the bag (which could be called a holdall, as it must hold it all!) covers her whole side. She usually wears slip-on shoes with thick woollen tights or long boots. She is always in a layered skirt that floats around her calves. Her tops are layered, and the top layer is a long velvet maroon jacket that she wears open with a scarf that hangs down or is wrapped around her neck. With one hand she holds a keeper cup – tea or coffee must be her morning routine. She has auburn hair, threaded with grey, which she often wears loose. Her eyes are watery blue – like she has seen many tears. Tears of joy and tears of happiness. The effect is a cross between a hippie and a gypsy – a wandering soul.

Donna always has a warm welcome for me and always thanks me when she gets off the bus. Her laugh is infectious and genuine. It’s almost a cackle and makes me smile when I hear it. It makes me think she might be a good witch.

She hasn’t been on my bus for a few weeks, so I had assumed she wasn’t an essential worker. This week I have seen her twice – so maybe she is. She was my only passenger to hop on at 6am today.

ME – Good Morning Donna

Donna – Good morning. How are you this morning?

ME – I’m good. As good as I can be given what’s happening.

Donna – That’s the shot. We both woke up this morning. We’re LAUGHIN’ (and she cackled).

Wise Donna made me laugh and reminded me that it’s not that complicated to be wise. Wisdom comes when we can reach inside of ourselves, push our ego out of the way and be truly grateful. When we have true gratitude there is very little room for anything else… apart from laughter……and we always need to be laughin’ 😊

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