Musings about art, life, spirit and love by an adult adoptee living in reunion.
At midnight on that historical tuesday night, a spontaneous parade marched by my house, on the westend of portland maine, banging pots and pans, and hooting and hollering. I threw on my jeans, grabbed a pot and wooden spoon and jumped in.It was glorious moment and a wonderful way to feel my joy 50 fold.It is an exciting time!!
I just can't watch enough of these.
there was truly dancing in the streets on tuesday night. I feel like I'm never going to stop crying tears of joy.
Andrew Sullivan had one up of folks singing the Star Spangled Banner. I admit it; that broke me. As well as picture of a man, riding a bike, Huge American flag tied to him like a cape. Don't tell me we don't love this country.
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