14 May 2018
A few thoughts after a long, hot, weary day walking around L.A. …
Sometimes I am just a total goofball.
I cried in front of Judy Garland’s tomb, and again in front of Audrey Hepburn’s star on the walk of fame. Tears of love for these two souls and their incredible creations.
I cry a lot.
In the movie theatre, or when I am too excited, or even when I am simply so in love with everything that it spills over.
I am human, in a beautifully imperfect world. L.A. is a strange place, in my eyes - wholly imperfect, yet still holy.
I don’t need to go to a temple to find a sense of reverence; this world, just as it is, is a special place.
I don’t need to always be calm, or collected;
sweet, or perfectly practiced.
To be human is to feel,
to live in a body.
The sacred nature of this world lies not in all that is transcendent, I think, but in the vast mix of all experience, all wonder, all chaos. Somewhere in that mix is the magic that enchants us.