Tuesday, December 27, 2016
The Dishwasher's Tears, and Yolie, who blogs at Planting Along the Verge, are in town this week. Last night they were meeting up with Yolie's son Pete and his new wife Pam, and their friend The Monk at Streetbird, which is a restaurant in my hood. Scott texted me:"Get down here and join us, girl! We would LOVE that!" Now you know, I'm not really spontaneous that way. I'm a little bit shy. And yet somehow, as soon as I saw the text, I knew I was going to meet up with them. I mean, Scott and Yolie. How could you not? They are as wonderful as you might imagine, and more. Warm, easygoing, they take you just as they find you, and they give the most soul-enveloping hugs. I loved meeting the others, too, even though Pete wasn't feeling so well and seemed to be coming down with the flu. (Feel better, Pete!) Scott and Yolie and I held hands like little kids on a playground, so thrilled to actually be looking into each other's faces. There was no awkwardness, just love. Just laughs. Just some deep spiritual talk, which was not heavy at all, but like breath, like pure sweet air. And then, to make everything even more perfect, when I came home and logged onto Instagram to post that picture up top, what should I see but a follow request from our long lost Deirdre! I have missed her so much since she stopped blogging, and now we are in touch again. The spirit tribe was out in force last night. The connections were popping. I am so filled up with love right now I can't even describe it. But yeah, that happened.