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//overdue feb + march funtimes 🤩
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thank you California and thank you Texas and thank you Spirit for friends + family in both 🕊️
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//2024 😤 became an uncle 😭 bought a car 🏎️ year 2 at @keenesdachurch ⛪️ read lots of science fiction 👽 (ty @the_ruocchio ) made lots of pasta 🍝 new friends 💪🏽experienced unmerited grace + wonder 🕊️. Thank you Spirit for tall mountains and lowest trenches; all is sacred, all is a gift 💛🙏🏾
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//in the clurb, we all fam💛
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I turned 33 on thanksgiving day with dear friends in the midwest. this one felt quiet, like autumn leaves🍁🍂 on wind; like a whisper. I keep attempting to notice the sunsets. I don’t want to leave behind my wonder. Sometimes I’m afraid only grief was able to give me eyes to see the Divine in the simple world, that healing brings with it spiritual cataracts. A kind of “resurrection blindness.” An apathy of perception that creeps into the veins as distance from the pain grows. It is an irony that restoration so easily becomes mystical indifference.
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But I don’t want to believe only sorrow gives us a glimpse behind the veil. I don’t want to need the bitter to remember the sweet. So I have been leaning into the joy. I have been playing my guitar again. I have been pondering what it means to be an uncle. I have been sitting with friends. 
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Perhaps, then, the prayer is for new eyes. Help me, help us, to see, to wake from the dream, to watch for the “deep magic” in the world, as Aslan🦁 once said. To notice the breeze again. Amen. 🕊️⚡️
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//uncle Anthony summer 👴🏾💛
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The summer Sun remains steadfast though days grow shorter. The seasons shift but the heart remains full. My family is getting older; my brother has a son and I have never seen him more tired 😂 but also wiser. Becoming an uncle awoke within a new awe, a primal courage, an awareness to the fragile sacredness of existence. And a new perception of the True Uncle who longs only for my abundant life. A gift! 
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I am still learning to hold grief and celebration in each hand. I am still learning to speak with courage. I am still learning to bless it all. Thank you God for being the August Sunset. For remembering me. For texmex and electric guitars and glazed donuts and Leo 🦁 and loud songs and holy tears and peanut butter. Especially peanut butter🥲Amen🙏🏾🕊️⚡️
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