old soul

I saw this little girl, about seven, on the subway.  Her mom was sleeping beside her.  She was surveying the people in the car with a calm and wit that belied her age.  Some people might identify her as an “old soul.”  Each time the car pulled into a station she would turn and look at what was going on out on the platform, then return her attentions to her neighbours in the seats around her. 

It was one of those mornings when the car was quiet – all of the passengers into themselves, nodding off, sipping coffee, rolling through BlackBerry messages, reading the newspaper; a collection of sleepy-eyed commuters easing themselves into a day in silence.  The absence of chatter makes a ride like this seem as if we’re suspended in time for a few moments before city life whirls itself back into your consciousness.

Behind her cute little wire rimmed glasses the girl watched people; still, hands in her lap, and a slight curl to her lip that indicated a confidence in her perspective. 

I wondered where her mind was taking her; I wondered if she would always observe her world in this thoughtful way.  I wondered if she might grow up to be a writer or an artist, taking inspiration from her world around her always.


  1. Reply
    Kerri October 15, 2010

    what a beautiful observation. as always.

  2. Reply
    Jennifer October 15, 2010

    Thank you my friend! I hope all is well with you. Let’s get together soon!

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    lisahgolden October 15, 2010

    This was a delight to read as I ate my lunch. Thank you.

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    Jennifer October 15, 2010

    Well thanks for saying so Lisa.

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    Poetikat October 15, 2010

    Really enjoyed this slice of life, Jennifer and yes, I do think she will become someone creative.

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    Susannah October 15, 2010

    I enjoyed this moment of silence too. I was there in that place as you described it. You capture moments so well that I always manage to experience them through your words. Now that is good writing! 🙂

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    Jennifer October 15, 2010

    Thanks Kat – and glad you concur!

  8. Reply
    Jennifer October 15, 2010

    Thanks Susannah – I’m honoured you should say so. :o)

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    The Querulous Squirrel October 15, 2010

    I see a mother’s caretaker having to be hypervigilant because there is no one to protect her. Will she ever have the time in her caretaking life to make art?

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    Jennifer October 15, 2010

    Oh, what an original take on the scene QS! I hope she doesn’t have to spend ALL her life caretaking!

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    Marilyn October 16, 2010

    I like it that she was quietly and calmly observing life; a gentle old soul indeed.

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    Jennifer October 16, 2010

    Yes Marilyn, a lovely and gentle little thing she was.

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    deb @ talk at the table October 16, 2010

    I could so see her,
    feel her,
    know her a little too:)

  14. Reply
    Jennifer October 17, 2010

    Thanks for saying so Deb!

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    Selma October 22, 2010

    Wouldn’t it be amazing if she did grow up to be a writer? It is nice to think of a child paying attention to detail like that. You described her so well.

  16. Reply
    Jennifer October 22, 2010

    It is nice to think about, isn’t it?

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