So today was the essence of peace and joy. Snowshoeing with one of my lovely’s out in God’s beautiful wilderness, and enjoying a warm mocha with my father at my favorite place…dead river. Plus work was surprisingly happy…Oy was there, sitting with her husband and friends. She was right next to me the whole night, asking me silly questions like if she had lettuce in her teeth, and commenting on the all the “boyfriends and girlfriends” that filled the room. If you don’t know who I am talking about, Oy makes the best Thai food in town, and has an such a precious spirit about her. She makes even the most unwanted stranger feel welcome.
Its almost midnight, and I’m making pizza.
It rained today. Its January. It was a gray…a peaceful, settling gray.
Rained as in misted…like an average day in Oregon or Seattle. Both places I must return to at some point in my lifetime. Okay, so I haven’t been to Oregon yet, buts its on the list. What else is on the list? Oh lots…but we won’t get into that right now. So I went into town listening to a song much about my life at the moment. I didn’t even notice until about the 10th time on repeat, that this melody held much more than I realized.
A girl asked me last night at work if I was still dancing. She brought tears to my eyes…I don’t even know her. I told her no…with much hesitation. Today I just so happened to come across this song, with inspiration of movements flooding my mind. I want to dance again…
We cannot forget what holds us together…may we never cut the seams of our being.