Sitting in the morning sun, here at my desk, on the dock of the bay, seemingly watching the tide roll away, wasting tiiiiiiiime, I clicked on my friend Christy's newest post on her blog Calvin's Story, a repost that I was surprised to see she'd dedicated to me. Christy is one of the beautiful women I've met online who has a child with severe epilepsy, and not only is she a kickass mother and a kindred soul, she's a soaring writer. Thank you, Christy, for this beautiful tribute.
The weird thing is that just last night, I went downtown to my beloved Los Angeles Public Library and listened to Anne Lamott in conversation with Father Gregory Boyle, and that woman's funny, wise words are still zinging about my head this afternoon as I watch the tide roll away. I'm thinking about paradox, about the ability to hold conflicting ideas and emotions at once, about riding the hated roller coaster with joy and exhilaration, about look like nothing's gonna change and everything still remains the same and then opening a blog post with words that sustain me.