BGM: Steely Dan - Deacon Blues
It was a day off, and this morning I enjoyed chatting with a girl this morning. She says she comes from Norway - and I find that now I have really many friends at various places on this globe. For example, France, England, America, Indonesia, India, Russia, etc. As you see, these people are different from each other, but we can be connected as the one point - we are learning English (even though our purposes can have a certain difference as a variation.)
This morning, we enjoyed the monthly online meeting about autism. This time, I did my task/work as a host there. Although I have made a rough paper of timetable, when we started the meeting I found that I must control almost everything at there with a responsibility attitude. Whose opinion should be needed now? How many minutes (or seconds) are left as the rest? What do I have to tell the other members to make a path to start a new conversation? etc...
TBH, this time I have done this role of this meeting's host for the first time so it was really difficult for me (although the members actually supported me enough.) But, I tried to let my hunch/inspiration talk to the others like when I speak English. This might sound really strange to you, but I often find out that "it" actually start speaking when I speak English. "It" is like an existence within the connection of this mind and this body, not my brain.
At that meeting, I also taught the others about my story/presentation which I had done at last Thursday's another meeting. Some members gave me their honest opinions. Could I afford each member to speak their true opinions freely? Oh, the first experience of being a host has been a nervous experience, but I can have enjoyed enough. Thank you for the other members' kindness!
After that meeting, I went to AEON to have lunch. After having it, I started reading the journal of a Japanese author Kazumi Saeki (OH! Now I am completely free from any tasks I should owe.) and thought - I want to share various Japanese books' covers by taking their pics as a tiny pleasure, because I guess these books' covers must have been from a heritage of great artworks enough.
