Today in America, the color purple takes on a lofty, yet elementary idea: red + blue = purple.  As I see it, we can come together as conservatives (red) and liberals (blue) to create a blended, more harmonious and representative landscape for our country (purple). This is simply my personal aspiration for purple and how it relates to our world as it is today. Feel free to disagree … in your own blog.

When I meet someone new these days, I have an almost unconscious reflex to try to suss out their politics. It’s a sort of conversational profiling. I don’t want to ever inadvertently say something that would make someone uncomfortable or provoke an argument. But there’s a downside to always keeping things comfortable. You can miss out on some pretty great stuff!

My heart is three shades more purple these days after an unlikely conversation with a lovely woman on a flight from Dallas to Seattle.  The conversation begins with one simple little question, followed by another – and this is key here folks – then another and another. As curiosity grows, so too grows understanding and connection. This is closely tied to the theme of my last post Be kind. Please rewind.

Conversational profile: put up the guard rails

Approaching my row 27 window seat, I take note of my row-mate. A slender woman with glasses, the top half of her long grey hair pulled back leaving a fringe of bangs. She appears to be a little older than me, working on her crossword puzzle using a fancy white pencil with rose gold on the end holding the white eraser. She wears a red cardigan, black twill pants and a pair of cute black and white tennies. Her thin legs cross so completely that the top one may have gone around twice. Behind the thick KN95 mask, I hear her southern accent as we exchange brief pleasantries while I get seated.

The plane had only been in the air a short time when I hear, “Do you enjoy writing?” She nods toward the journal I’m scribbling in when I look up. I smile and say yes. And that’s all it takes to turn a three-hour plane ride into a moment in time filled with connection, understanding and yes, I’ll say it, love!

Selfie of Noelle and Cheryl on the plane showing off their new pen and pencil. You can see the joy even with masks on!

We listen and learn things about each other. Her name is Cheryl and she’s on her way home to Washington from spending time with her father. It will likely be the last time they have together. He has Alzheimer’s and is dying. She’s originally from Texas, but has lived in small-town Washington for over twenty years. She homeschooled all of her eight children!

No need for guard rails

I am right about Cheryl being conservative, and yet so wrong about needing to put rails around our conversation. After beating around the bush for a few minutes, we share our political orientation and it actually opens up the conversation rather than shutting it down! (I’m sorry … what?)

We talk about things with and without the lens of politics: our families, friends, hobbies, things that bring us joy or make us cringe. We share some of the challenges created when family members are on opposite ends of the political spectrum. We talk about books and book groups and writing books. And we laugh. A lot!

Interesting things about Cheryl

  • We both struggle with the devastating lack of red lipstick in the wake of covid masking.
  • We also share a dorky level of love for writing and all its accoutrements: pens, pencils, markers, stationary. We even tried out each other’s writing utensils!
  • Being told she can’t sing in church due to covid weighs very heavily on her heart.
  • Her nephew is a musician and plays in a band called the Arab Church band. Or at least that’s what I thought until I watched Eric Church sing the national anthem at the Super Bowl and put two and two together!
Two purple pens sitting atop two blue and two red pens.

Over the course of the flight, we shared so much of ourselves with each other. It almost seems crazy when I think about it! We even have mementos from our time together. I have a new fancy white pencil and she has a new pink pen. My only regret is that I didn’t get Cheryl’s address. I have a feeling we would be stellar purple pen pals!

red + blue = purple

Be brave. Open up. Ask a question. And another. And another. Don’t miss out on the great stuff!