Late last night, I was standing in the kitchen wearing my pink flannel champagne pajamas when my teenagers came home from a party hosted by a theater friend, who has recently become a self-proclaimed witch. They told me how mid-party he brought out a crystal ball and fell into a psychic trance where his eyes rolled back in his head and he told them to follow their dreams. I love these kinds of stories. Growing up in a Mormon family…
@thecheish on Twitter started a hilarious thread of birds who look twice-divorced. Check out these glamorous birds who do, indeed, look like they are twice divorced. All this talk of birds and feathers and Divorce Diva style led me to think about some other options for human divorcee’s:
The beauty of running barefoot through an apple orchard, and learning to maybe stop fighting the fire and instead enjoy its wild heat…
Maybe that’s the real fairy tale: a gentle touch and a soft song can make a sea slug dance right out of it’s spiral shell.
Warm melted chocolate and opening a door to a clean closet almost always sparks joy.
This random act of kindness from a stranger made me cry, and I still cry every time I read it. I turned and smiled at her, putting my hand on my heart and mouthing the words “Thank you”. She nodded and went back to her book, and I felt a tiny bit lighter, almost like I was wearing a parachute.
Come Away, O Human Child, To the waters and the wilds, With a faery, hand-in-hand, for the world’s more full of weeping, than you can understand.
Did you know belly dance has magical powers?
Everyone needs their own Martini Club