here is what I feel like today...LA LA LA!!!!!! Painfully happy-go-lucky. I think it's because I have been spending time doing things and being with people who spiritually uplift me.
Last Saturday I went to the Dandy Warhols show with some friends...we concert danced, we were concert fondled (you know how you have to stand so close to everyone that you can't help but get some accidental concert action?), we even almost got in a concert fight. THE MOST FUN I'VE HAD IN YEARS.
The next morning on Sunday, Crystal and I went to the Conference Center to listen to the taping of music and the spoken word with Renee Fleming and MoTab. I cried. It was so beautiful and uplifting and didn't involve ANY inappropriate bodily rubbing. I was reminded that the larger part of my soul really is LESS ROCKSTAR more MORMON. I needed that reminder yet again.
Wednesday night I saw the Sabastio Salgado photography exhibit at the Leonardo. Between giggling about the naked boobies of the indigenous people and recoiling in horror as we attempted to go against the counter clockwise museum culture current (note to self: There is nothing funny about refugees. I repeat. Nothing funny about refugees.) it might have been hard to get the full gist of the photographs. BUT, I was touched, especially by the final part of the exhibit...40 portraits of the children of refugees. Old eyes staring out from these little bodies. Eyes that have seen more in their brief lifetime than I will ever see and somehow, they still laugh and play and choose to be children. I cried. I wondered at my own ability to choose life, to choose hope and to help others choose the same fate. I was reminded of the peace that life takes and the peace that God gives. I want to be peace.
Thursday, I got a beautiful email from Lumina (her blog: www.luminainfinite.blogspot.com) and was reminded that I am an idealist and the I like being an idealist. I cried at my computer screen right there at work.
Then I saw the movie, "The Chronicles of Narnia". And guess what???? I cried. The world can be so gray, so smokey and so full of doubt. But there is no small portion of excitement and beauty. I'm tapping into the doubt occassionally so that I can exist in the beauty without reservation. And there is hope. LALALLALALALLAAAAAAA!!!!