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She enters and the Love is palpable. Waves begin to rock my body.
Picture the shore—any shore—water lapping in, over and again, but it’s not a distant shore or water, it’s your body and the waves are glittered sparklers of warmth coursing through every cell, nonstop. It feels like drugs.
In short, it feels awesome.
I catch a glimpse of Her, and involuntary tears spring.
My eyes well, and these are not discreet, pretty tears, two-inches down my right cheekbone at a moonlit angle. These are cannonballs; face tipped forward, puddles forming on my silky patterned pants.
Lips wobbly, I press them quiet. Her orange clad, right hand man takes center stage, leading a meditation, urging to us go in, with a long drawn-out tone that I used to think was annoying; now its drama reads as pretty apt.
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I sat across from my father, an early Christmas stopover before heading West for work.
“This would never happen in Europe. What is wrong with this country?”
He was speaking of course, of the atrocious massacre at Sandy Hook last week. Its horror stunned the nation. My father, having been born and spent a large portion of his life in Europe, was a man who barely watched television. Never when we were growing up. He adored art and culture and would have no idea who the Kardashians are, were someone to mention their name(s.)
He was right: this would never happen in Europe. What is wrong with us?
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It’s Valentine’s week. If your social media feed is anything like mine, you’ve been hearing a lot about capital “L” love. In particular, much leaning in toward Self Love, which is not only a prerequisite one would argue before True Love with another human, but also a more Universal angle, because regardless of whether you have another human with whom to canoodle this Friday, you most certainly have yourself. So, self love. A good thing to have, natch’.
Before I give life over to (gluten-free) fruit cakes and bright lights on this holiday week. An important musing:…