honeydunce

After work today I went to the coffee shop to meet with my friend Tait. I talked a lot about his novel, and how
much I enjoy reading and working through it. His belief in the work is contagious. I like when he talks about it
because he really can’t stop smiling–his eyes light up, and I can’t express the importance in that delight he
possesses for telling a story, for his craft. I know Tait as a lot of things. I’m fortunate to know him for being a phenomenal writer.

As always, our conversation proved to be all kinds of inspiring. Shortly after, I was joined by two other friends as
Tait parted for class. I talked too fast and too much about migraines, but I’m on this sharing kick in regards
to that subject–reading Andrew Levy’s book is really opening me up to commencing a dialogue, to not be
afraid of it. I had such a good time just talking about other funny things and laughing. We were outside and the sun was shining.

On the bus ride home, I reaffirmed with myself that I love so many things about the people I know. One of the
things loved most is bearing witness to their own loves and passions and talents. I get to see/experience
what happens when Tait puts words on the page. I know a handful of musicians and all of them become a
different beast when they’re playing–something untouchable as if they’re so far gone in the moment that
the world around them becomes barely a blink of light. Like Joel and Joey throwing themselves around
behind their guitars–the way they communicate through noise from opposite sides of the stage. Like Renee
getting up to the microphone, how she delivers her words and stands entirely behind them. Like Matt’s
movies and his amazing stories. Like Carrie and her precious artwork, not to mention every conversation
with her–I learn something new every time. And here I have to mention her ability to sing and wail like
nobody else. Every Katie I know is tremendous–up for anything ladies and brains for miles. Like everyone I
know has their something, and all the somethings house magnets bigger than a quilt of aortas. People,
connecting, communication, passion, witnessing–these things make my world turn. These things are
inspiring, and remind me that it’s plenty fine being who we are.