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05/11/2003 Entry: ""Discards, Keepers, Returns""
I'm imagining there's quite a clean-up effort at the church this morning. Cake just went everywhere... no delicacy there, when it was time for the bride and groom to partake of their cake they partook alright. As I hope they partake of their union; wild, free, and full of joy. Congrats, Nate and Amber.
There's a sort of clean-up effort going on inside my head right now. Sure, I'm a little "winded" from last night's celebrations, but as I pack up for the mountains and today's drive, there's a pile for discards and a pile for keepers. In the discards go the savage energy (I may have soaked up a
little) of commerce and fear that forces so many souls into surrender and dissolution. In the discards go frustration with certain familial traits and behaviors. In the keepers, however, goes the love for the family and those which, despite their grating or jarring tendencies, are thoroughly wonderful human beings with stories to tell, and love in their hearts. Anyone who can live here is of braver stuff than I, so I raise a glass to those who make their bed in Babylon but who dream of the goodness that is surely down the road. In the keepers; the love I've received and given, the joy of friendship, and the surprise of discovering beauty in the midst of ecological brokenness. Beauty is a seed that no chemical can kill; it will take root and grow whether you like it on not. There, that was easy.
So, minutes from now I'll begin my southward fling, with stops in Smyrna and Rehoboth to see my mother and grandmother respectively. From there, I've got 600 miles to home and I won't stop until I smooch the cats on the backporch, who play with the night and make catnip out of moonbeams.
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