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...
