I just returned from an incredible trip to Puerto Rico where three of us shot a most amazing and lavish Bat Mitzvah. So many times I wanted to throw my camera down and dance merengue until 4am like the guests! (They even had legendary grammy winning pop stars performing there)
When I returned, I had this wonderful poem in my inbox from Maya Stein. It somehow seemed fitting:
At the writing retreat, I know we’re going deep,
and for decent reasons, plundering personal obsessions
in order to heal something larger than ourselves. But I keep
thinking what we need is a good wrestling match, a few sessions
of Shiatsu, laps in the town pool some afternoon.
I want to put down our wounds, our self-flagellating chatter,
and find some other thread, the lighter side of our darkest moon.
“Mojitos for everyone!” I want to say. “Nothing’s the matter
at all!” And then I want us, delirious with drink, to forget
everything, the mistakes we’ve made already and those we haven’t yet.