Today, as on many days, I am grateful for my friends. I am grateful for the richness of friendship, how it is almost overwhelming in its capacity to make any day a triumphant and celebratory day, to make all the shattered bits of me feel whole and warm and good.
For N & K |
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by Gina Myers | ||
Otis on vinyl carries from the barn. Blessed is this day. The camera captures us youthful & triumphant. Blessed be this day, a celebration of friends coming together. Last night, surrounded by those I love, I had wanted to read Berrigan’s “Words For Love,” but I didn’t want to say the heart breaks, even though I know it’s true & the breaking can be a good thing sometimes, like the way my heart shatters a little each time I think of my friends & how lucky in life I’ve been to get to know them, to have had the time to laugh & drink & dance & to argue & feel hurt too. How can one possibly say everything that should be said? These feelings just feelings, not defined by words. To be overwhelmed, caught in a whirlwind & up to one’s ankles in the creek as lightning bugs polka-dot the sky & Otis, again Otis, always Otis in my memory, provides the soundtrack. Not every day can be a good day but this is one of them, one of the best days. |
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