There are few things I find more beautiful than solid, intentional, radical and open-armed (free and adventurous and unbound) friendship.
Yesterday, we ate breakfast together. Went to a new friend's for cornbread and board games and wine. We stayed curled up on couches until the sky faded—because when company is rich and conversation is deep, what more do you need? We laughed and talked about creativity and anecdotes and the fact that there are around 25,000 species of orchid; we played fishbowl, and made pizza + brownies.
There are few things I find more awe-inspiring than moments like these; even when the world feels heavy and unclear; even when insecurities and doubts abound; love is always stronger—not flimsy or passive or unsure, but bold and fiery and tender; it shouting and whispering and belting. And I am no expert; I am the amateur stumbling. But I am so, so happy, to have others to stumble with.
May we seek and create intentional spaces that leave room both for messy hesitation, and for a radical expectation (and encouragement) of one another toward "the Good"/whole/true/joyous things.
January 1, 2017 was a holy day.
I hope we can cultivate more moments like these, with soul-family, where we can fishbowl laugh—and cuddle up on the couch like a band of wild, very soft puppies. I think this is what many religions strive for; holy company and content (bubbling) joy.
I think, truly, these are some of the most sacred exchanges (and experiences) in a human life.