I am grateful for a wonderful film: Palm Springs.

SPOILER ALERT

There are many stories that communicate the miracle of LIFE with a divine beauty and grace… capturing the cacophony and symphony of the highs & lows, shadow and light, imagined and grounded—the silent space of a quantum leap.

Palm Springs eloquently tells the story. Two people look each other in the eye and admit, yeah; it’s fu’ked… f’ckin’ hard. And I want to do that with you.

It is at the end of one’s hero’s journey that one can honestly say that to another. Kicks to the head. Dreams coming true… an endless cycle of phoenix burning alive and then rising from the ashes.

I guess I am a hopeless romantic. I see my foibles and cracks; banged up knees—broken head. Prayer hands rising to the winds with endless pleas for sanctities. I see my ID and I appreciate that to date, I’ve found another breath to forge on at times… living for another celebration unknown.

There is a GRACE to this life that I deeply appreciate.

okay. I’m ready for bed. Ready for another day’s lessons. Another day to rise up… and pray, that I shall “not go gentle into that good night”.