Festy Frolic: The Beast That Stirs

I’ve  been thinking about the importance of celebrating personal life moments: not just the one’s sanctioned by conventional mores or other people’s values and preferences.

For a number of years I put down my noise makers and party favors. It felt right, safe, true; I was no longer obligated to follow the gusts of others’ celebratory particulars. I felt a measure of freedom in that. A release. And between you and me, there was less to lose.

But there is a beast stirring inside this dove.

And the beast says life, life, life.

And the beast says, NOW.

Shake it.

Shake off worry and doubt. Shake out the burdens of projection and pain. Shake up that thinking. Completely allow new synapses to groove and mate and delight each other. Honor the crazy beauty everywhere. Do it with yourself and do it with other humans. This is cellular thing–not an ego one. Girl, celebrate.