Sometimes we all take ourselves too seriously. This is a space NOT to do that. This is my space for hopeful thoughts and ideas. It is not my intention to pontificate, but merely to capture the random firings that seem to come my way during the course of every day. If you feel like participating in my tangents, knock yourself out.
The joy of a frozen sidewalk
Ever since I was a kid, I have lived for sliding on ice.
It is one of the few things that I can do as an adult that is as much fun now, as it was then.
I'm not sure, but I think it is the absolute lack of control that I feel when the bottom of my shoes have zero traction against a thin layering of ice that connects to both my fear button and my laugh-o-meter in directly proportional ways.
The fact that my my stomach can go "whoa" and a blush can form on my face simultaneously is the best kind of multi-tasking I have ever been able to do.
Anytime I find a piece of ice to slide across, it is as if a fuse has been lit and I have to do it.
The hardest thing in the world for me is to resist doing it,
as is the case when I am walking with a group of serious people.
There is a part of me that knows that they want to do it as badly as me,
and, if I would just take that risk, they would follow behind.
I imagine an endless line of people sliding across sidewalks.
Dick Cheney and Dennis Kucinich, Oprah and Rush Limbaugh
laughing and catching each other-- just in time.
Israelis and Palestinians
Red States and Blue States
Skin Heads and Immigrants
united by this simple pleasure.
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