In the midst of so much sad news, I offer up a few items to make you giggle today. A tomato fight in Valencia, Spain made me want to initiate a neighborhood food fight, my friend Wendy’s impressive phallic rock collection (see above) made me grateful for my wackadoodle friends, and a lovely dinner party welcoming back Jeff and Keri (where we told pee stories for a good solid hour or two) made me remember my self that is silly and maybe even happy. (I have lost touch with this self this year. Hello, long lost friend.)
And while I don’t offer these things as a substitute for feeling our grief right now, for feeling our anger and our hurt, I offer them as a tiny crack of a refuge, a split in the rock where a tiny flower is blooming.
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”