celebrate the masculine.
celebrate the feminine.
celebrate the brilliant little things in us, and celebrate the scars and imperfections. they all lead us into, through, above and around the labrynth which is deep in us…those tiny little spaces..
grateful that all my friends, and strangers alike, and myself, for that matter who wish to celebrate their love, passion, and joy…
and prayers for those who live in unsafe places who are afraid to live out loud. we are also lifting you up toward the freedom of flight.
happy pride weekend, city of angels. and yes, we all live among angels…
every last one of us.
“”””””This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it’s furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.””””””””