Grateful for good friends.
This weekend was a much-needed outlet and reminded me of the real love in my life. The good friends that make it flow effortlessly like consciousness in the mind. The laughter as the joints were passed round. The card games that erupted in shock or mock frustration because we hadn't played speed since we were 12. Just the effort it took to remember how to lay out the game brought comic relief as we joked about our ages and time gone by.
Good music, good food, good vibes, fire smoke, and the wholesome activity of just enjoying being alive. I could feel myself returning to a state of living I hadn't felt in a while. The active hum of energy within, connecting you to the universe, the people, and the moment. I felt the strings of fate coalesce into one of those moments that live on forever. This weekend was medicine for a weary soul. A reminder that deep breaths and laughter can overcome most upheavals. Nothing needs to be that serious all the time.
Dancing to slightly stoopid and pepper in the background, while we rolled up another, and getting dizzy from spinning each other round and round. 90's baby hippies ballroom dancing in our tie-dye in the kitchen. In so many ways, this is my idea of heaven when my soul is heaviest. The easiest joy is also the most profound in its impact. Because again, it takes next to nothing to make it happen. The effort for the weekend didn't go beyond what was at hand, and that's what made it so special. It was magic made with nothing but a little action and the presence of good company. The rest makes itself happen.
And for a little while, you didn't exist anymore, at all, or ever. The place in time and space where I existed was a place you had never inhabited. A moment you could never be a part of, I was truly separate from you. Yet, I was happy, I was not alone, I was not waiting, and I was not idle. I had wings I forgot I could grow, and with them I chose to soar.