...But, in my far-from-enlightened, juvenile state, not reacting to our artist might have caused him to burst into flame or pop a blood vessel in his forehead and considering the mood I was in, that might have been entertaining.
Challenges happen, people fall behind, life gets hard, and judgement keeps it that way.
I stand waist-deep and look out along the horizon and the compelling, silvery top of this lake that I adore, trying to anchor the experience into my cells.
Right away, he flashes a peace sign at me, grins, and says, "Stay cool, little lady!" And right away, I am happy as hell again.
...the only thing standing in the way of a healthy planet, and vibrant, thriving societies, is our inability to be vulnerable and caring with each other.
The man makes no effort to whisper. He talks about how ugly the building is, mentions something about “terrible people,” paces for a while, and then returns, hollering about how old the people in the audience are. His annoyed wife sits, trying to lure him to his seat. I wonder how I will refrain from throttling him if he should speak while my son plays notes.
