And hey, as long as I’m hanging around the cedar chest, waiting for the daily lighting of the orange, I thought I would show you the object that sits beside the orange. It’s a sculpture of a woman playing a piano. I love it because it is reminds me that making something (music, a story, a drawing) should ultimately be an act of joy. I’m still carrying around Coleman Bark’s The Essential Rumi. Yesterday, I came across these words: “The grief-armies assemble,/but I’m not going with them.” I love that, too. I’m turning toward joy.

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