So I guess it was strange, too, but that's what I like about throwing these kinds of parties. I plan and prepare, but it's always the unexpected that makes them memorable. The alchemy of who's invited, who shows up, what's on their minds, can make or break an event. Last night was a good mix. Thanks, guys, for being there.
Only three more posts to go in this holiday blog spree. It's been a challenge to write daily and given me some insight into both writing and myself. If I continue after this weekend it will be with clearer intention. I can hastily click something off in a reactive, heat-of-the-moment strong emotion, but that's a little self-indulgence the world may be better off without. I want to be careful with my words because I'm seeing that once I throw them out there into the pool I have no control over the ripples. I'm worried careful will mean boring. We'll see. I see little value, though, if I'm adding to the confusion and suffering in the world. There's enough of that.
I'll play the Tori Amos today. I've listened to it a little too much, but it might sound new and fresh to you. The idea of moving from pine to oak, rebirth, clean slate, ahhh, do we ever tire of that? There's hope for you, wrapped in ribbons of gold for the whole world.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdOQJAryIsc
Chris, Denise, B.R., LeAnn, Brian |
Mira, Heather, Brynn, Kayla |
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