as I watched the phish stream last night alone in my earthen bedroom I got to thinking about all the spaces in between our lives, those beautiful lapses we take from the everyday routine to gather ourselves in the best way we know how. For me, that usually means Phish. From my early eager days in a pocahontas headdress, my turquoise glinting in the fields of festival 8. How easily I slid into his hand and in to his world. And later, my first visit to the south, the hot and thick and sweetness of it all. (I always say the southern phans are the best). We kept growing you and I, and in and out of the daily grind we've found a way to escape, to open up space and let the universe fill in. Two years ago when I felt my body failing me and I couldn't go a day without excruciating pain, I dropped everything and postponed my surgery to be whisked away to the big apple. Where my pain was erased and in its place filled with lights I stepped in to a new year. And again...after a heart wrenching summer away where I grew so fast and so hard, and traveled the miles down the lonely lovely coast of highway 1 to come leaping in to the deep sandy belly of the Washington desert. When I felt so young and easy and in love that I wore a unicorn hat just to exemplify the heartbreaking beauty of what it means to surrender to the flow
thankful to The Boys for remaining an exuberantly joyous constant in my glistening life. to all the people who I've shared this journey with, I can't wait to see whats in store for us next. I know this tour will bring us more love, more joy, more memories. Thank you for sharing this love with me, and thank you for widening my capacity to love and dance and BE.
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