Went to the home of some friends on Sunday, late afternoon. The occasion was a farewell party for a woman who expects to be leaving her body in the relatively near future.
A rainy, dark day, still winter, the sun discarded early on, but inside the house they were skipping the time of day and the rain. Stories got told, some pretty funny shit, and laughter, and tears, too, because nobody was denying anything.
The guest of honor was enveloped in companionship and love.
These are hard times for a lot of us, a dysfunctional economy, a superficial culture, and you can see the madness in the eyes of strangers, and there is a fear rising.
We can make it. I don’t know how, exactly, but so long as there are people like these hanging around, reminding us that we’ve got some powerful, sweet attributes, then we don’t have to go mad, and we can stand up even when we’re afraid.
