Feb 8, 2020

Celebration and shadows. Work and play. Each time the light finds me, I remember, all is well. It’s time to rest. It’s time to party.

The emotion from Monday has been with me all week. I’m replaying it over and i imagine the dust and shimmer will continue to settle on the memory for all the rest of my days.

As we’ve worked our to-do list and prepared the final touches on the upstairs here this week, at long last listing our space for share, I found myself gripping again. Excited but nervous to share what we’ve made. Irritated, I paused to realize a fundamental difference between wanting to protect life and wanting to embrace it.

I’ve tried to control the chaos of this life while wanting to protect its illusiveness, but it’s not mine. Lesson of the year. So let’s share the madness and glory.

When we share our hard work, in wonder, revealed is the magic that’s come to us practically. Days and weeks and months and years worth of work, hard work.

We’re a bag full celebration. A bag full of ashes, burnt out on knocks. Tossing out handfuls, come join us! The soot gone with the wind, led by flickering bits of rebellions tension released once more, catching the light, dancing joyful like diamond confetti in the sun.