Shaula EvansThinking about the time I got called in as a last-minute interpreter for a swami from Mauritius.
That is the tip of the iceberg for a long, winding, ridiculous story but in this moment I am just delighting in the poetry of the phrase "a swami from Mauritius".*
*And also, as ever, boggling at the absurdity of my life.
Shaula EvansI'm still thinking about this story. I'll probably regale the next friend I talk to with it.
Meanwhile, here are the chapter titles:
1. How I met the monk (not the Swami, a different character altogether and a pivotal one)
2. Doing a favor for a friend
3. Getting thrown in the deep end
4. Public nudity, and/or the avoidance thereof
5. I'm glad I survived this part which was not a given
Shaula EvansThe thing about a life in performing arts plus years living in Japan is... after a while, one way or another there are a lot of public nudity stories. 😂
Shaula EvansIf the middle of this thread happens to inspire you, please pick a personal story you love and instead of the story, share the oblique chapter titles, too. That would bring me a lot of joy!