the longest day


for so many of us the old traditions made no sense, the hours slowly went by, and bingo, it got to evening and we were still here, and if lucky had a glass of wine and something good to eat, not fancy, just good - me steamed to just approaching bright green brussels sprouts, rice pasta and parmesan, one quartered tomato.  


again, so appreciative of all of you.  we are community.  I so hope you had some good joy today.  


we are one - i kept focused on that.  a new word for me "sonder" - that knowing that we all walk about with a story, that all have the intensity of feelings around love and loss and everything else.  I like this word.