Where Friction Turns to Wine

 

The laughter, the debates, the drama and the freedom of expression after suffering and surviving the oppression of war. Hope was born in those conversations that turned into the media we consumed and built our today's upon. 

Crowded streets, a odor only Paris knows, simple but cared for food and attitudes abound. All the friction sounds exciting, at least to me. Think how easily our today could be polar opposite had say Hemingway had a headache that morning and stayed home. What would we have missed out on? 

Epicenters have that power. A hub of converging energy. The goal wasn't to agree, it was to grow. That alone forgave those differences, eventually.

Could our world of chosen corners handle stepping back to that - days and environments such as The Dome in Paris? 

I'm not sure and I am not sure why this is on my mind, but it is - maybe I just needed to step away from1947 California for a bit.This week I shared a lot of new information, which was also a lot for me to absorb with my life connecting to so much of it and I was kept in the dark to believe somehow I deserved all of it - it's hard not to feel sorry for myself, I've tried, it's hard. I have to grieve something that I am still missing some links but it's impossible at this point to deny it is all happenstance. I literally grew. up believing I was a freak of nature with all those medical issues, the various csa abusers that seemed not related, but now look very much related - it's a lot.. 

Could you see me going to counseling with this one? Hello, padded room time."But I have photos....... "

A little Parisian cafe with welcoming Art Deco curves and golden amber glows...and a good debate to. work out some pent up frustrations, turning vinegar into wine. Yeah...Cest si bon... 

Today was a me day- I needed to step away from the chaos of twisted greater good for a bit..